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Oh what is this, Your divine play, Your game! | |||
Despite Your being great, inside each atom You reside; | |||
Even as a raft of form You sail, formless You remain. | |||
In a refreshing wind or in the depths mind, | |||
In a flower's pollen or in the blue-blue sky... | |||
On reflection, where You are absent I find no direction; | |||
You | You puzzle anyone engaging in such speculation. | ||
Your love is limitless and perpetual; | |||
Both big and small, You exalt. | |||
So don't discriminate; onto Your lap please take, | |||
Your gentle lotus-hand, dispensing grace. | |||
You | |||
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