If there a bone-slit in mouth
The dog may bark at the shadow-sight
The fish that opens it's hungry mouth
forget kinship.
For the cat that spied a milk-bowl,
It,s midnight at noon.
The moth that flies into the lamp flame
hunger-driven, falls with it's fiiry wings
Into the Death-Devil's merciless gulp-hole,
None is there to teach the young
To instruct these experiences.
When clouds darken, wind blow
And after showers, the sun sprinkles gold.
The sky will smile, when darkness shrinks.
The trees that stays upright after
Plunging and raising their heads
In the muddy flow that twitches away
Huge trees, in ire,ravaging the whole hill,
Waits till the river becalms
Quelling its wrath.
To know the greatness of the Trinity's
game,the meaning of Life,
Brood on the Great Lord's merciful feet,
subsiding all the five eyes
brightened will be the whole truth.
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