Giving pledge, why had You gone;
Why did You come not?
In hand the floral garland had been strung;
Why did You take it not?
Night and day I am rehearsing a tune,
With heart abrim to sing for You.
The hours went away, day and age drifted off;
My song You overheard it not.
By rhythm I have been engrossed in many dance beats;
Gestures I've composed, Your reverie surrounding.
The tinkling of ankle-bells, oh Beloved Mystery,
Whereto it floated off, I know not.
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Tuesday, March 12, 2024
Blessed ignorance
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I cannot say that ignorance is truly bliss, but maybe it's not always unfortunate.
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