The world as an array of traps for the unwary, so long as the self remains amnesiac towards its true nature. On realising that the world is the playful expression of the Divine, and that the Divine and the self are one, anguish and alienation fall away from consciousness, to be replaced by the joyful recognition that all dualism is illusory. Wrapped up in Yourself, you hid from me.
All day I looked for You
And when I found You hiding inside me,
I ran wild, playing now me, now You.
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