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In plain words
The form of you, the Blessed Lord, that bears this-ness, full of the savour of power, in which, from the very absence of succession, the reckoning of time is forcibly dissolved: may I take my stand upon that form unceasingly, all at once, by the power of the mind, by speech also, and by the circles of the organs, and outwardly too by pots and the like.