O my dear,
You are in your wonderful gross form
The islands, tracts, rivers, mountains, the sky, the oceans,
Netherworld, directions, hell, constellations,
You are in this earth
In animals, in trees, in grass, in fire, in water, in air
And knowing this I bow my head before You.
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