Why being held You don't want to permit,
Able to fathom I was not.
Granting embrace, You think You'll be limited;
Naught to fear, I won't talk.
To the floral nectar You've surrendered;
By the fresh leaves tender, You've been fastened.
You have let light's realm be filled;
Do You think I know it not?
Last word was, Yours is this cosmic sport;
But fathoming with intellect winds up tough.
Though mundane life floats on this same flow of liila,
One become ability and sadhana.
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Monday, December 12, 2022
As You will
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Your secret is safe with me, but let it be as You wish. I know one day my hope will be accomplished.
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