Oh come on all of thee in mundane life, worldly knowledge;
Contemplate, muse, sense, feel and flex to tender love
That brims and flows with affection to spring out tears that
Drench, soak, shape and form ourselves in compassion
To extol in ecstasy and acclaim the Nectar of Grace, the
Wealth of virtues, Sovereign path of wisdom, Lord our dear;
To seek and attain an eternal life of bliss, sans death,
And enter in time the golden temple of conscious congregation;
This is no fiction or falsehood but virtual truth I bequeath.
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