I began as a drop of sperm intermingled,
Endowed with the powers of hearing and seeing,
Diving and swimming in the ocean of love.
A word descended on me,
Crafting my story of love.
Since then, that divine speech echoes within,
Though at times I miss it due to my negligence.
Not because it has ceased or I am cursed,
But it is unbearable torture when I miss it.
Yet, when the speech returns, I am delighted,
Its melody more sweet and harmonious.
As I journey through this speech,
I glean clear lessons on Unity of Being.
MyKoul
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