Life is wonderful when heart is full of love.
It searches not for any object of love,
But falls in love with its own being,
While loving the world as it is.
Housed in your body is the source eternal
For happiness; likewise It resides in each existence.
Sorrows of everyday life lessens not for It,
The tasteful delight of existence.
Potholes of grief are there to pull you down
But resist the temptation to dwell in there long.
Soil not your heart and soul in that muddy swamp.
Let the mystic river of love wash you clean.
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