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Aspiring

3 little caterpillars sitting in a rosebush
Looking at the sky, they wonder what it feels like.

2 little caterpillars sitting in a rosebush
1 little butterfly flying from the garden.
2 little butterflies flying from the garden
1 little caterpillar sitting in a rosebush.

3 little butterflies flying from the garden
Looking at the rosebush, they try to remember.

a devotee's call

Lord how I love you, I give you my hand:
Have pity! Allow me to walk in your land.
The scent of the flowers, the sun's gentle rays,
Passing the hours in long formless days.
A beautiful river with comfortable banks,
Lord how I love you, I give you my thanks.

This vessel I fear will soon be renewed,
But my spirit with yours is fully imbued.
I'm ready for your eternal embrace,
Have pity that I may witness your face;
Your beauty, perfection: my service was good,
Despite falling short I did what I could.

Poor blossom of trees that know not their name,
Wherever it falls, the fate is the same:
A gentle wind blowing a perfume to me,
Lord bring me the flowers so that I may see
Their beauty and grace and life without fears;
No worries, no cares, no shuddering tears.