All is lost in wild storms
One thing I did somehow save
One thing left but it is really
Nothing less than what you crave
You insist? Let me tell you then
Though you can know it only when
You become same as it
One heart, one being, no split
It’s nothing more than euphoria
Nothing less than the absolute
The diversity of the universe
The pure one-ness in the multitude
It is nothing more than simply me
In everything, my face, I see
--Rishiraj
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