1000 Names of Love

If wave clings to form there will be sorrow indeed
If the reflection is cut off from its source - nothing

Do not cling to your name and form but
Enjoy these scattered rose petals
The divine's gift to itself (and that's you)

Grasping to existence can not save the wave
The reflection's immortality is in Light

Fruitless efforts breeds anger's war
That effort to secure territory
Is the end result of that hopelessness

War takes all sorts of forms some global, some internal
All of them the passing for the important

If you could ever know the intimacy
Of wave with water and water with ocean's deep
Your heart would leap out of your mouth and shout

Glory to the thousand names of love!
Glory to the thousand names of love!
Glory to the thousand names of love!
Glory to the thousand names of love!



Credits
Writer(s): Just A Tourist, Priya Tsomo
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