Cast Out the Beam

THE mote that's in thy brother's eye, And looms so big to thee, Is but the shadow of the beam That dims thy power to see.

Therefore, let Love cast out the beam And surely thou shalt find That neither beam nor mote exists In omnipresent Mind.

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