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In the twilight zephyrs under milky way skies I stroll beside my peacock plumed God Along the banks of the Yamuna river with captivating charm He teaches me the Language of Love Honeybees buzz around us even though the coral pink sun has melted into a puddle of nectar at His silken lotus Feet and all the flowers have folded their drowsy petals raven heavens raise their ebony veils and a chorus of rhapsodic stars chant Krishna's glorious name I feel His raincloud blue face close to mine lightning from His eyes strikes my Soul ...and We dance... A trillion psychedelic umbrellas whirling, dazzling Sufi circles beneath the Golden parasol of God's enormous Love     Share/Save
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Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 9:25 PM UTC
God's Consort
In the twilight zephyrs under milky way skies I stroll beside my peacock plumed God Along the banks of the Yamuna river with captivating charm He teaches me the Language of Love Honeybees buzz around us even though the coral pink sun has melted into a puddle of nectar at His silken lotus Feet and all the flowers have folded their drowsy petals raven heavens raise their ebony veils and a chorus of rhapsodic stars chant Krishna's glorious name I feel His raincloud blue face close to mine lightning from His eyes strikes my Soul ...and We dance... A trillion psychedelic umbrellas whirling, dazzling Sufi circles beneath the Golden parasol of God's enormous Love     Share/Save
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Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 9:25 PM UTC
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