In mind's springtime, You are with floral fragrance;
To Your attributes there is no resemblance.
On restless wind, in forest and in garden,
Sails away Your significance.
Everybody comes and goes, then sinks into an abyss;
Like a bubble makes mind dance for but a moment.
A brief visit isn't Your perpetual experience;
This seeming perception is not balanced.
Everyone keeps forgetting: known mingles with the strange;
Frenzied by samskara[1] they know not where they race.
You, the sole constant companion, go on staying day and night,
Encouraging with songs for treading the path.
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Thursday, November 2, 2023
Indescribable
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We merely catch a glimpse of Him, Who is ineffable.
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