Not that everything is truth,
Everyone is truthful.
Not that every heart is
Filled with love.
Not that one is different
From another.
Still, colors differ,
And we are here to call dear.
We know, devotion is one,
Deity differs, though.
Technique differs,
The line is one, though.
The same energy is at work,
Time and place, though, differ.
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