The Honeybee, in mind right now He speaks what words,
At a lonely place having arrived in my flower-grove,
As though in ears what would He make heard?
For His sake into the bloom honey I'm infusing;
For Him alone a song with tune I am practicing.
On His path holy rice paintings am I tracing,
But the Ruthless One, He looks not in that direction.
After showing up privately in my mind,
Says He: "Became the morn did your dark night.[1]
No more incessant your eyes, should they cry;
For You obtained My introduction."
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Tuesday, June 27, 2023
It's just the two of us
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Now tell me, is that not enough?
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