I am not my desires, they are simply covering my true loving Self (poem)

A bowl overflowing with noodles,
looks like only noodles from top.

But when I see it from the front,
I can see a bowl full of noodles.

And when I empty it, of noodles,
then, I see the bowl from top too.

The noodles, are all my mind stuff,
and hidden lies, my true-loving self.

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Aum Tat Sat (God is Truth)