Lord, I did not hear that ever, forgetting path,
You have come to someone's dwelling
Only once momentarily.
Customarily, You proceed in routine series;
Thinking thus, mentally I've wept profusely.
My virtues, they are not accrued;
In store-room has remained a vacuum.
There was no awareness, Your work I did not do;
Tied to matter had I been, in blind-attachment deeps.
I have not philosophy's wisdom;
To scripture never did I pay attention.
Yourself I adore, just for Your smile I pray;
I don't want heaps of grace, a tiny grain please grant me.
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Friday, April 12, 2024
Plan of a simple man
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