To the cosmic cradle a swaying You have given.
The world dances playfully,
From afar and near, in assorted melodies
Amid a song-stream.
Distinction twixt own and other it makes forget;
Both gate and window became opened.
At the moment is only going ahead;
Having forgotten shame and fear.
The world is Your dramatic performance;
What won't occur exists, what is will not happen,
Crying is just futile, entreaty is useless,
In raiment of play-acting.
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In a world of liila, best is just to surrender... heed the Director.
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