Forgetting all the load of pain, contemplate
The gaiety on this same earth only.
Like an eye-cosmetic its love does trace,
View with a light-ray of new sensibility.
In the kadam grove a peacock is dancing
To the horizon's golden dream.
The whole universe has gotten whelmed, is in concert
With both thought and thinking, instantly.
The gates of mind are opening;
In accord, merged have thought, language, and melody.
With a singular will and singular inspiration,
Everyone and everything floats away upon one stream.
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What a world this could be!
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