Joy rebounded in abundance;
In reciprocation to the moisture laden winds of October;
The existence forgotten!!!
Lost in the joy of "Begotten"!
Know me as the one with No Identity-
Rejoicing every moment in
the glimpse of divine attention...
Is there any purpose this life has???
Other than being a beautiful melody
through the flute of the Absolute mother!
Whose feet's dust is the cause of all that is
within and beyond!
Beyond the perception of any entity!
In who, embodied is my wish and will.
Know me as the One,
The offspring of this Eternal Truth...
Surrender thee... Surrender thee!!!
Shower thy benevolence!
Ever and every now & then,
Through the stream of love that takes me, thy abode.
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