On this fine morning with its solar light,
Upon my mind Your greatness bursts.
As much as what comes and goes each juncture,
Enveloping everything, Your call, it gets heard.
Hey the Omnipresent God, You're in every particle;
Hey the Musical One, You dwell in each spore of pollen.
On Your path of movement from recondite, beginningless,
You set off smiling to some unknown berth.
You had been, You exist, You will go on staying, that I see;
The everlasting entity is You only, I concede.
A mote of pollen comes and leaves, it swoons inside of Thee,
At an e'er lonesome spot, a mental recess Yours.
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Saturday, July 12, 2025
You are everything
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