A flood there is that flows within, Without, and fills, and is indeed All things that are. The sages call it God. Out of that flood spring forth Whatever we see and feel and know. Boundless, whole, free, unattached. It is itself the one who prays, The prayer, the prayed for and the fruit; The sight, the seer and the seen. This flood, friend, is yours when you But wish it, ready to spring forth, A fount of nectar in your heart.
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