Where naught is
love burns there as a flame
filling all your emptiness with warmth
All-reaching is love’s language
in silence you commune at zero ground
breaking all barrier of word and sound
Deeper within your self you dive
in the serenity of peace you arrive
steering clear of the marshes and the deep sea.
(Yayati)
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