Twixt grief and gladness, in chinks between hope and despair,
With both gloom and luster my days go by.
At any time Dawn may draw nigh upon the dance stage;
On golden shore might coruscate Your light.
Hey my Lord, I want that You come closer please;
Of all the great pageantry You are the totality.
The essence of essence in all happenings,
You're the bright blue lotus in the Heaven of mind.
I am sinful, and mine is no sadhana, I concede;
For the Supreme Being is no steadfast longing.
Nevertheless, there's no prohibition to come near;
You're the crimson glow on the coast of life.
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Sunday, June 29, 2025
Ever unworthy and yet
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Your gracious kindness I beg.
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