Upon the floral essence within Your proximity,
Psyche goes a-sailing, repeatedly,
Repeatedly.
To forget Your compassion I cannot;
Eyes crave Thee, Your perceiving.
On which ancient crimson morning
Had I come to the world of You only?
By Your grace with thoughts of amity,
In mundane life I go on working.
To remain unthinking of You I cannot;
You alone are capability, You alone are sadhana.
Past and future I know not;
Well You ken everything.
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In a world of You only, on nothing else can I muse!
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