THE LOVE ENAMOURED OF ITS OWN DELIGHT

A consiousness that saw without a seer,

The Truth where knowledge is not nor knower nor known, 

The Love enamoured of its own delight

In which the lover is not nor the beloved

Bringing their personal passion into the Vast,

The force omnipotent in quietude,

The bliss that none can hope to taste.

– SAVITRI

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