'the cup i hold in my hand
is filled with the wine of light.
It opened my eyes and Now
i see the beloved everywhere.'
On the path of love
we are neither masters
nor the owners of our own lives.
We are only a brush
in the hand of the 'master painter.'
My heart saw love
galloping alone towards the de…
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