All men to me are god-like Gods!
My eyes no longer see
vice or fault.
Life on this suffering earth
is now endless delight;
the heart at rest, full,
overflowing.
In the mirror, the face and its reflection --
they watch each other;
different, but one.
And, when the stream pours into the ocean...
no more stream!
Sant Tukaram
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