As Aishwarya collects the flowers I continue my congress with the birds I see them come in quiet hours When poetry devoid of words Turns my consciousness to planes Of peace and calm the being needs And in its fervent call attains At least the necessary seeds Essential for the leap above The dualities of mind To find the embodiment of love, God within the heart to find.
Poems Undated (1727)
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