O Keso: words can not paint it. What then can I say?

O Keso: words can not paint it. What then can I say?
Seeing, Hari, Thy wonderful creation, silent meditation in the heart is best.
Upon a phantom wall pictures of many colours: bodiless the artist who drew them:
No washing will erase them nor efface the colours.
Some call them real and others call them falsehoods: yet both alike admit their power.
Tulsi Das says: Renounce the three conditions and see the Truth within yourself.
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