Who knows why He had traced upon eyes
Only love's coloration.
Ah, today, proclaims that fact the air of springtime;
It is psyche's recreation.
Who is that Playful One, woe He does not realize;
Which is that hardhearted One, eyes He does not wipe?
He speaks from afar, nearby He does not arrive;
Yourself each moment I love.
I've recognized Him, with Him I have been acquainted;
On the mental mirror I've beheld.
I've understood that One Enlightened,
He is in my I-sensation.
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It happens only when I objectify.
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