You are the bud's hidden sweetness,
Earth's flow of ambrosia.
Amid thought is a recognition,
Brimming with mementos of a lost heart.
You are the fortune in a dawn's sunrise,
Through tempo, tune, and beat enriching life.
Coming nigh, going far, missing, and again to find,
In this game of bliss, emission of love.
The temporal seashore looks toward Thee,
With golden sands neath waves in series,
None lags behind, always You summon all;
Over time that call does not get lost.
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Tuesday, October 15, 2024
His game of bliss
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To even a sightless existence some degree of happiness it gives.
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