He has arrived, crossing over the dark sea,
Just like a font of light at the core of psyche.
Having cleft the bulwark of resistance, He has beamed;
My heap of good fortune, to the brim He has increased.
There is no right to get Him; of that I never think.
Yet, with the essence of ambrosia He has come near.
There is no pain of non-attainment... at no time, losing.
From a place higher than time, His love is exuding.
Just like a font of light at the core of psyche.
Having cleft the bulwark of resistance, He has beamed;
My heap of good fortune, to the brim He has increased.
There is no right to get Him; of that I never think.
Yet, with the essence of ambrosia He has come near.
There is no pain of non-attainment... at no time, losing.
From a place higher than time, His love is exuding.
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Relativity is a dark ocean.
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