Savouring gifts of God
it is a cold winter day
we soak in the warm sunlight
a gentle breeze is blowing
everything seems just right
such simple pleasures of life
are bestowed as of God's will
we are but a humble receptor
sipping soma nectar to our fill
we feel no urge to act upon
an agenda our memory recalls
if ordained we will do as asked
even as wayward ego falls
God rows the boat in which we are
wherein we exist as a mist
our presence is soaked in delight
being by Divine Mother kissed
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