Through countless ions,
A perfect lover has never changed,
He loves, loves, and loves the truth,
He neither lives nor dies,
At the end of day, see his account,
No gain! No loss! a breakeven point,
He is, what he was;
He will be, what he is,
He is neither pure nor tainted;
He is neither good nor bad,
He neither laments nor desires,
He admits not division of time,
Present, past or future time,
He is neither enlightened nor unenlightened,
He is the word of God, shining with His light,
He resonates with celestial sound,
From the day of pledge, he is free from all bonds
He needs not strive for liberation,
Light and sound are his essential aspects.
Mykoul
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