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Thag 2:47 Anūpama
Coming into the conceit of delight, the mind
impales itself on a stake.
Wherever’s a stake, a chopping block,
there, only there, you turn.
You, mind, I call an unlucky die.
You, I call a mind-traitor.
You’ve gained a Teacher hard to gain.
Don’t urge me on to my loss.