Why spread hatred and spill blood! ! !
Lustrous luminous this lamp of life,
Why soil it with saucy sensual strife! ! !
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Soul shines in pure white
Holds hope eternal
World a net of colors bright
Entices in joys diurnal
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*The Divine Abode
I live neither in heaven nor in the Yogi’s heart;
My abode is musical chanting, a piece of art.
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On the dark canvas of night
I paint full bright dreams
In the brilliance of day light
They wash away, I scream
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Poets are prophets
Their intuition sharp
Lotus blooms in them
On the Truth they harp
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