Uncork your soul
Let the urn of your beliefs flow
Who needs a stupa to prostrate in front of Divine
Breathe in the floral beads of nature
Rub the innocence of a damp cloud on your sins
Jump into the sea of Divine
Don't care to swim, drown till you are sent back
Robe your naked soul in a tuxedo of kindness
And don't be sober in the Tavern of love!
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