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FollowThe one who grounds such flowery beauty, such delicious fruity delights he founds,
Such soothing musical sounds, has a unique identity, one that he never foregrounds.
People drowned in disbelief, in ignorance who abound, debate over his existence;
A pestilence spread around. The world they charge with loud ugliness, of smoky resonance
And death profound, gets murkier each year, more hellish, less clear to perplexed persistence.
O Master, O Creator, O Forgiver who moves around this round existence of sight and sound,
Take us to the plane of vision, a vision that has found your true identity and divinity profound.
Lakshmi
A beautiful cry to our Lord. You have incredible insight and talent. I am tracking you.
Love and blessings,
+Linda
Ron