(32) Ucatana mana na mane barana
My restless mind heeds no impediment;
It only wants to go toward Him...
Why do I have this wish?
Earth's pollen and the chirps in a shady retreat,
Forsaken are even they, my days of honey;
With them all combined, the sweetness of my psyche,
It still faints within Him only.
Whatever may be the history, all respect received
And any unvoiced wounds to my prestige;
Now, into one they all are melding...
Why do they race toward Him only?
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What makes the attraction to the Great so great?
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