Which Unknown Wayfarer did come?
He took and made His own everyone!
Not a word did He speak to anyone;
He smiled in a speechless tongue.
On eyes had been His love-cosmetic;
Filling throat had been enchanting hymn.
In lotus-hands, a color splendid;
Upon Earth ambrosia He poured.
Around this world luster He scattered;
Even now it flows on in boundless current.
The new moon on moonlit night, twixt light and darkness,
Dispensing Himself, He went off.
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Thursday, June 6, 2024
Not a man of words
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But a better place He made this world.
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