Verse 11

⁶Pain, pleasure, and what stands apart from both and is sharp, it brings out as fruit when the time for it comes. Made by maya, this inner self, the peak of the wheel of the round of birth, takes in its arms the one who wears the body. ⁷So far and no further reaches this dealing, always out in the open, coarse and fine, with the knower of the field for its witness. That is why they call the mind the mark of the higher and the lower, of having the strands and being without them. ⁸A mind fixed on the strands brings a creature to ruin; free of the strands, it brings him safety. As a lamp feeding on a wick soaked in butter takes on flames and smoke, and at another time keeps its own place, so the mind, bound to the strands and to works, leans on its turnings; otherwise it leans on what is real.

⁹There are eleven turnings of the mind: five urges, five thoughts, and self-regard. The measures of sense, the works, and the city they live in are what they call, hero, the eleven grounds of those turnings. ¹⁰Smell, shape, touch, taste and hearing; letting go, pleasure, moving, speaking and handiwork; the eleventh is the taking of a thing to oneself, saying it is mine; and some call the couch, the I, a twelfth. ¹¹By substance, by nature, by stored leaning, by work and by time, these eleven changes of the mind become thousands, hundreds, tens of millions. They come from the knower of the field, not from one another and not of themselves.