You, my Love

(3463) Mor bhaver deule tumi acho priya

You are in my temple of thought, Sweetheart;
You are my Love.
You're amid the mind in myriad garments;
Hey the One Who's fit for welcome.

You are in every form although being formless,
The bodiless consciousness in scent and incense.
In winter's mist and in a shower's burflower,
Hey the One Who's worthy of reception.

In hearing and in thinking and in reverie intent,
In meditation pose, concentration, and control of breath,
In a crude container or the mental room gem-bedecked,
In every situation, beyond comparison. 

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