Yourself I don't realize;
Master, You know me.
To You the Huge I don't pull nigh;
Great, myself I go on making.
My life, ringed by limits given,
Is filled with distinctions of own and other.
Your world's door is unrestricted;
No bolt can persevere.
I come and go here many times over
To manifest my own chronicle.
Having stayed engrossed in endless deeds,
You don't say all You keep doing.
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Friday, October 11, 2024
What a fool!
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I am so self-consumed, I talk and talk about the aught I do. Do I even ask of You?
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