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Shanti, Shanti, Shanti
the peace would mean the love
in silence. Nonetheless
the consciousness and the person
exist; you must speak the love
becomes the inferno. I’m terrified.
The most benign song of the angels
rises from the saviour hour this is
the divine love abundantly pouring
into a children’s choir. I elect myself
among the shipwrecked. The Lord is
my rock and I praise the Lord.
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