Tonight, around the table of Truth
Sages and ignorant ones, friends and foes,
Pain and pleasure, light and darkness
Have gathered to shake hands.
Here in the samsaric world
All flames are equal,
All waves are sacred,
All tyrants are blessed,
All faces are the Beloved's flesh and blood.
Limitations no longer resent freedom,
Movement no longer wants to be still,
Polarities vanish together with the mind,
When hearts look into the Heart.
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