The mathematics of masters
is that they need no mammon,
no medium of money
to materialize, to manifest
their multiplying
magnifying miracles.
Their hearts summon manna.
Their souls grow mangoes
Their hearts summon manna. Their souls grow mangoes I have a doubt here, which is considered as good, either manna or mangoes, because mangoes are delicious fruits an it is a cash crop.
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