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Slip Thy dewdrop in Thy Pool, not to lose itself, but to enlarge
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Teach me to be like Thy love-enchanted dewdrop, sliding over the
lotus-leaf of seductive sense-lures to Thy glistening waters of
wisdom. I am Thine immortal dewdrop, playing o'er the leaf of present-past-future.
I oiled the track of my mind with wise restraint, so that the thirsty
pores of temptation might not drink my strength.
I am Thy prodigal dewdrop quivering on the hollow, trembling leaf
of life and death, which floats in Thy shoreless sea. I am Thy truant
dewdrop, homeward bound at last.
After this dance of rhythm, after the rising footsteps of birth,
and the falling footsteps of the symphony of death, I will slide
into Thy sea.
I do not want to lose myselfonly Thy tiny dewdrop craves,
by Thy contact, to be a larger dewdrop of eternity.
I will be a rainbow-hued, omnipresent dewdrop, imbibed by all God-thirsty
lips.
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