All humans to me are god-like Gods!
My eyes no longer see
vice or fault.
Life on this suffering earth
is now endless delight;
the heart at rest, full,
overflowing.
In the mirror, the face and its reflection —
they watch each other;
different, but one.
And, when the stream pours into the ocean…
no more stream!
poem by Indian Saint Tukaram ((1608 – c. 1650)
image by me.
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