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IIIIIIIII DIVINE IIIIIIIII

Sometimes,
as the sun sets in a distant valley
dark clouds hang low in the sky 
me and the eerie silence
both hear each other’s outcry.

Whenever,
anger, grudge, and desire
tire my soul with grief and pain
faith, like soft sprinkled dew
makes my heart quiver again.

Then,
as a musk deer, why should I
wander about in search of truth?
Come, indwell my soul O divine
as the sweet scent in sandal wood.

If,
‘Om Tat Sat’ — You are all that is…
the grand, the beautiful, the sublime
then, in mercy, show me the way 
my lord! free me forever, be mine…

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