No reason of crying,
But to tell anything
Is your foolishness
And your enviousness.
I know, each one of us
Is a mobile temple
And love and truth
Are the gods here.
Offer respects to
Each one here and
Give them a proper place.
Stay in consciousness,
And identify each one
With the light therein.
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