When I've noticed You at life's festivity,
Upon a stream of light You were laughing.
In a garden blossoming, neath canopy of malatii,
Slowly-slowly You were floating with exquisite beauty.
Amid this restive world You had appeared;
Like ankle-bells jingling, You had heard weeping.
At only that sound, with dispersion sweet,
You had brought vitality to those foolish and worldly.
I've no count of days, there's no periphery of time;
An estimate of Your complete expression I don't find.
Sweetly smiling on an easy seat, with mind musing about weal,
You'd created a multicolored liila, amazing!
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Sunday, July 6, 2025
At the party of life
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Only the ignorant and greedy cry.
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