Sky and air and floral fragrance,
Everything You are filling.
Whatever I conceive, what I do not,
Rhythmically articulate You are making.
Since ancient times, hey Consciousness,
You may be seen in the whole of existence.
Though with science and philosophy ineffectual,
A playful drama You are building.
Impatient is the foolish mind;
It longs for You at heart's inside.
Mercy's Ocean, expectation's pitcher
Why are You keeping empty?
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I can see You in everyone but me.
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