Love, which becomes an Aroma and makes the flowers Aromatic

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When the depth of my peace along with the height of my love takes my rich life within its fold, there begins the dance of infinite satiety and entire satisfaction; and on the dramatic stage of my life the universe hums a tune
— the universe which is a temple where birds and beasts, trees and streams, mountains and oceans, the Sun, the Moon and the stars- all are engaged in taking rounds around love (divine)

- that Love---

= Love, which turns into tears and then becomes a part of the sea.

= Love, which becomes an aroma and makes the flowers aromatic.

= Love, which symbolizes depth and leads the sea.

= Love, which becomes a frolic leap and teaches the birds how to fly.

= Love, when becomes a light and puts even the Sun to shame.

= Love, when straightens its limbs stems the tide of the river.

= The flow of love makes the being ‘viraat’ (vast and comprehensive).

O life, of which I know so little nor have any desire to know, I can be wrong, you, too, can be wrong, but the passion of love cannot be wrong. I have spent forty years of my life in convulsive pain; I fully realize what is happiness, what is sorrow?