Following Your path, reciting Your name,
I remain moving in Your direction only.
But for You who else belongs to me?
So I call unto You ever and always.
Hey Master, in Your world, well-arrayed,
Carefully to me also You have given space.
All things you gave, nothing You did crave;
From me only has advanced chicanery.
In a niche of the cosmic mind, tucked away,
My unit mind, a vibration it conveys.
In that same vibration sweetness resonates;
Eyes open wide, love's fleur-de-lis.
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Saturday, February 19, 2022
Munificent One
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The blame is mine, not Yours, Lord. Although I be mud-born, You've opened the eyes of love.
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