The Miracle May Happen.
There may awaken love,
From human harp,
And wild ecstasy of Divine rage,
Divine flowers may bloom,
Dispelling the timeless gloom.
With the happening of Miracle.
There may fade the world of sense,
There may reign the wild trance,
With vibrant vibrancy of the Divine,
There may peep the 4th and 5th dimension,
Perpetual rhythm of photonic commotion,
In the off –land, with new brand in us,
With the miracle of Sri Ramakrishna’s touch.
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