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Carefully she hid in her apron
Choicest flowers for the love of One.

He hair gently dancing in zephyrs of bliss
Face warmed by the sun with a kiss.

Fathomless love in her eye beaming,
Simplest joy across her face gleaming.

Bare feet dancing across the terrain
softer than the scent of fresh rain.

With a twinkle of uncontainable bliss
She opened her apron of stillness.

Flowers went floating in countless array,
Galaxies arranged in endless bouquet.

- Swami Dharmananda


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