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The Bee of my Mind loves to drink from the Blue Lotus of Thy
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O Divine Mother, in Thy lotus feet of blue light, the bee of my
mind is engrossed. It is drinking the honey of Thy motherly love.
This royal bee of Thine will drink no other honey but that which
is graced by Thy perfume.
O Divine Mother, flying over all the gardens of my fancy, denying
myself the honey of all pleasures, at last I found the ambrosia
hidden in Thy lotus-heart.
I have been Thy busy bee, soaring through the fields of incarnations,
inhaling the breath of experiences; now I will roam no more, for
Thy fragrance has quenched the perfume-thirst of my soul.
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