Upon this same pervasive, insane wind,
Unto someplace unknown the mind drifts.
The chains of home it wants to strip off,
Having loved a far, azure tint.
There are no rigid practices–
No tardiness, no swiftness.
Tears of sorrow are not shed;
Free mind is lost within the Infinite.
What occurred, I cannot comprehend;
I do not know who came, who went.
In trade for everybody, with the One along,
I'm absorbed in just that One in private.
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When He's my one True Love.
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