Questions, conjecture, and theories abound;
Some of them groundless, some of them sound.
Born of desire, the mind feels compelled,
To reach out and grasp what cannot be held.
The past and the future are offsprings of thought;
I must attend to the present if I am to be taught.
Questions, thoughts, theories — best placed on a shelf,
When attempting to know the Unknowable Self.
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