Reposed in church
letting beautiful ideas
flow over me, filled with
wonderful goodness
There need not be a God
standing around in ermine
cloak for me to believe, I only
look at wonderful people
To know that divine consciousness
burns in mankind, when I listen to
your words, dearest, sweet and kind,
filling my mind with happiness
Fragrant with spice, fresh with energetic
intent, filling my heart with shining love,
there is no need for a godly being in my
life while you are there as the god of love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem