A million suns are ablaze with Light,

The sea of blue spreads in the Sky,

 

 


The fever of life is stilled, and all stains
are washed away; 

while I sit in
the midst of the World.

 



Hark to the un-struck bells and drums!

Take your delight in love!

 

 


Rains pour down without water, 

and the rivers are Streams of Light.

 

 


One Love it is,

 that pervades the whole world, 

few there are,

 who know it fully.

 

 

 


They are blind,

 who hope to see by the light of reason, 

........that reason
which is the very cause of separation.


 

 

 

 

How blessed 

that amidst this great joy, 

singing is sung within a
vessel.

 

 


It is the Music of the meeting 

of the soul with soul.

 

 

 


It is the Music 

of the forgetting of sorrows.

 

 

 


It is the Music that transcends 

all coming in
and all going forth.



 

 

 

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