Mind: A beautiful servant, a dangerous master. — Osho
Mind: A beautiful servant, a dangerous master. — Osho
Mind: A beautiful servant, a dangerous master. — Osho
Mind: A beautiful servant, a dangerous master. — Osho
Mind: A beautiful servant, a dangerous master. — Osho
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Mind: A beautiful servant, a dangerous master.

— Osho
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