Fire You lit in a forest of teak.
A forest fire entered mind;
Through songs it brightened psyche.
By color's wine, the mind's been frenzied,
With color the world has gotten filled.
Into my hue, the hues of Thee
I will mix constantly.
Affixed to the universe is a game of color;
In color the self of all gets lost.
A balloon goes sailing
Toward the sky of psyche;
Hope's lamp keeps burning
Along with that same zeppelin.
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My hopes are high as I go floating on the sky of mind.
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