On autumnal evening, a smiling night jasmine,
With sweet scent Whom does she wish to receive?
The white cloud by a sound gentle,
It goes on busting all boundary.
To hinder her is no one else,
Equivalent to a thrill each moment.
At Earth's end, at the frontier Heavenly,
A cradle of divinity she swings.
Mind forgets about many persons;
Life is suffused by ardor for one.
Boundless, the One latent in a throng;
With that is implication throbbing.
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Sunday, August 31, 2025
The Love of each life
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Knowing-or-unknowingly, eternally for everybody He is the only prize.
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