Oh Who came with ambrosia,
Scattering an amaranthine pollen.
A golden stripe upon mind having etched,
In colors aplenty You exuded nectar.
Everybody's all anxieties mingled with Thee.
They came from a wellspring endless of Infinity;
But entering the One, the many's grief disappeared.
You filled up everybody with the One's happiness.
Today a single hue, it became the color of the many;
Many a soul's hunger showed itself as nectar's beauty.
Cadence of the multitude danced to the same beat;
Every boundary line stepped aside to a great distance.
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Monday, May 20, 2024
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The sky alone is my limit as You have appeared.
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