Oh Beloved, oh Beloved, oh Beloved,
You know how much liila?
In dark psyche, light do You kindle;
With a smile please bring that thrill.
With color You adorn the floral petals;
Upon heart You daub the nectar.
The man who's at foot of path,
Into Your proximity please pull him.
I desire no fortune or attainment;
I don't crave supremacy or riches.
Hey the Moon of mind-sky mine,
Please just listen to my hymn.
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Sunday, February 25, 2024
A man of simple needs
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I know that I'm not worthy, and maybe I will never be. I only pray that You hear me, so if perchance I might please Thee.
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