Time after time I have gone in search of You;
I've returned, having become stymied.
For a moment, look on with eyes of compassion;
A tiny speck of mercy I have kept imploring.
To promote myself,
Unknowingly, I achieve only self-wreck.
Henceforth I'll evoke unit mind's development;
Gloomy ignorance I have been rending.
Nothing do I possess, that I know well;
Yet Your things, mine I go on calling them.
I believe naught is there, suffering from indigence;
I don't view closely what I have received.
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Tuesday, April 9, 2024
No more the critic
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There's no scope for me to be a cynic.
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