Saturday, December 9, 2023

My life's purpose

(2846)  Mane esechile cupisare

Stealthily into mind You had come,
Along this floral avenue, lonesome.
You'd filled me with the weight of love
On just this very present day, hushed.

In both light and darkness, Your liila proceeds;
Ever new and fresh sensations it does bring.
You pour and pour, a wicker tray made empty;
Coated with sweetness are all blossoms.

On the sky and in the air is Your throbbing;
Both outside and in deeps, Your lavish divinity.
Having cherished, kindly don, oh wear a wreath,
What I've been threading, whole life's duration.

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