Her Gift

Clouds lift from my forehead
More clarity is not bad

When agnya opens the door
I can reach the higher floor

Amba’s moves are deep and swift
I am getting a quick lift

No one is less deserving
Of being carried on Her wings

If I enter the silence
My heart beat is for Her dance

From the depth of nothingness
Comes a love that shines and bless

Hail to her in the highest
Her Gift is the very best.

 

 
 
 

 

 


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