26.10.2024
When last we met on that auspicious night And I, ignorant youth, came to Thee Who bade me sit and set my soul aright And touched my body as Thee spoke to me In words that I could hardly understand Telling of the future I might be, Never a criticism or reprimand In that subtle sphere beyond infinity. Thirty-four years passed until you came And I bowed down and looked at Thee, As I massaged your feet all became A living moment in eternity.
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