It does not rain for crops,
For crop is the food,
Food is not consumed by matter,
God does not consume food,
On no other heavenly body it rains.
Even where there is no rain,
food is produced.
but salt water is converted into sweet
without any cost involved,
sun boils the water,
vapour goes up and up,
and it cools and be pure,
it is, well distilled,
we drink the sacred potion
and be inebriated with all sacred secrets,
that keep us in ecstasy,
for present and for our progenies,
Get drunk with this and this potion only,
for this is made in a way,
writ large on largest blue board, that is sky
on largest boiling pot, that is ocean
on largest vapour pieces.clouds
distillation is the word,
that God revels in,
it cleans and cools the planet,
also so does wind.
that is the deal between planet and God.
to intermittently clean, cool and distil.
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