You came like flower-pollen...
On a gentle wind, welcomed and taken in,
As if You were a visitor unbidden.[1]
Who longs for You, who has not looked,
Who has forgot, who hasn't even understood...
Thinking of that, You do not get distress;
Mind's sweetness You did lavish.
I too have not yearned, not knowing, not understanding;
But You've come in front of me, dressed in peerless beauty.
The flag of compassion, oh Condensed Consciousness,
You've unfurled against the blue heavens.
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You appear when I least expect it, when I least deserve it.
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