Ulladu Narpadu verse 36
The thought of love is not love,
as tidings of the peace dove,
so also concept of God,
is not light that leaves us awed.
Poised in our natural state,
feeling nodes within gyrate,
in wonderment and surprise,
space and time both vaporise.
Knowing is not becoming,
throb of bliss within humming,
so let us fixate our aim,
to transform as God’s bliss flame.
Once light of Self is imbibed,
we then know we were to lied,
for poised in ease we so see,
as God’s child, we are as He.
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