The stillness of the Night
Hides a secret in its womb
You are not alone
The Supreme, the Divine is ever present
With you, in you, is you
Fear not death or the ticking clock
Or the loss of youth and beauty
Of wealth and fame
For if the Lord blesses you with His Grace
The entire universe becomes your playground
You become the stars, the moon, the sun
The light, the earth, the oceans
The one becomes the many, the many becomes the one
All dancing in His glory
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