A lotus bud says: "My Lord,
In stalk's blooming necklace is the thread of love
You create with a lake.
This has no comparison, its equal is not there.
In the bee's buzzing and in gale,
Absentmindedly, what You did decorate,
Oh it is not a fraud, it's not deceit.
"Upon the morn You've lavished light;
With evening's colors You have dyed.
To many a dance beat, to a wind sweetly tame,
Everything You gave, though came not personally.
"Spread across the world is Your maya's merrymaking;
Life consists of light and shade's assembly.
You exist and I exist, it's the gist I have known;
In this knowledge is a solace everlasting."
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Wednesday, December 24, 2025
Such affection!
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Though I'm stuck here in the mud, even though You don't come, this is not a prison, for we are tied by Your thread of love.
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