So close and yet so far;
Even having gotten I think that I got not.
Having mixed pervasively, You've remained alongside;
Yet it's as if getting restrained You granted not.
In soft mud is a lotus, through stalk fibers nectar sweet.
The moon is of an endless sky, beginning-free.
At core, heart's lover is concealed;
But by ties, You did not get blocked.
Eternal and formless, divine sport You keep creating;
Hey the Cosmic resin, incessantly.
Overflowing is my psychic honeybee;
Still then, why did You not respond?
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And yet I long for You, foolishly imagining that You are nowhere near.
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