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Well, You Know, The Mind Is Nothing. The Mind Is Only A Bunch Of Thoughts. Thoughts About The Past And The Future, That Is All A Mind Is. But, The Heart Is A Center Of Stillness, Of Quietness, Of Absolute Peace. When You Rest Your Mind In Your Heart, You Feel A Joy And A Bliss That Overwhelms You, And You Will Know. Surrender Your Mind To Your Heart, And You Will Feel It.

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Well, You Know, The Mind Is Nothing. The Mind Is Only A Bunch Of Thoughts. Thoughts About The Past And The Future, That Is All A Mind Is. But, The Heart Is A Center Of Stillness, Of Quietness, Of Absolute Peace. When You Rest Your Mind In Your Heart, You Feel A Joy And A Bliss That Overwhelms You, And You Will Know. Surrender Your Mind To Your Heart, And You Will Feel It.

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