This drunkenness is the intoxication of the universe !
वसुदेव-सुतं देवं कंस-चाणूर-मर्दनम् |
देवकी-परमानन्दं कृष्णं वन्दे जगद्गुरुम् ||
When the cloud bursts his coop't soul, let him rise through the causes. The slumber ropes of sober mind cannot grief of his suddenly dying mind. His stitched being is his own fate.
His own proposition to the circles of life, moving along his own radium.
देवकी-परमानन्दं कृष्णं वन्दे जगद्गुरुम् ||
When the cloud bursts his coop't soul, let him rise through the causes. The slumber ropes of sober mind cannot grief of his suddenly dying mind. His stitched being is his own fate.
His own proposition to the circles of life, moving along his own radium.
All his fingers wash away the words
written to harvest the seeds of wisdom. So, drink thy blood that falls
among-st the wind of whiter bowl. Each drop brings more purgation, more
lost, more found in similitude of existence. This drunkenness is the
intoxication of the universe. The mystical wine of the ultimate, the
nothingness.
Now here, Now gone !
Now here, Now gone !
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