In finitude You are the Limitless;
You don't concede to wish-and-win...
A whirlpool in tone's seven realms,
Both molecule and atom within.
Even ignored, forgetting You does not succeed;
Mind simply chases after Thee.
In abstract thought it craves that beyond fancy,
On this earth form-filled.
You are a stripe of light crimson;
On the moonlit sky, a goose-flight aloft.
Proceed do the wheels of Your chariot
From no birth to no finish.
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At this time I cannot help myself; so, presently, I won't describe You as ineffable.
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