From the azure firmament's realm unfamiliar,
Oh Who arrived and smiled at heart's core?
Your method, a boundless sport,
Around dreams it mingles with illusion.
You are the start and end of mine,
The quintessence of all life.
The burden of one after another lifetime,
With it You go to the heavens, soaring off.
You don't want anything;
You dwell above both craving and gaining.
Coat You the heart's psychic honey
From abode moonlit with benign purpose.
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Sunday, October 13, 2024
My Lord
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Not much do I realize, but I sense that Your existence is a benediction.
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