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In the currents of samsara sagara*
I am one whirlpool
Call me petty ego or Jiva
He is the operator, and I’m the tool,
Like worn out clothes
He exchanges me from age to age,
Till, tasting bitter and sweet fruits
I become one with That Gracious Self
I am afraid of the other
For two creates the fear,
I am duty bound till
Identity with Shiva makes my vision clear
I pray for universal solidarity
Not for tolerance, but acceptance
Of every point of view
As the manifestation of Providence!
* ’Worldly sea’
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