Not like a river, enbanked and diverted
Not like the dams that channel a waterfall
Not like fire left burning in furnaces
Let the devotion in heart be like a free breeze
Be it rotating the windmill or chasing the clouds
Be it climbing mountains or caressing leaves
Be it evaporating water, or even fanning a fire
Let devotion be sincere, to the one attended
The wind does settle, on nights heavy and humid
It does at times, not even dry a farmers cries
It does need rest, and time for itself too
Let devotion be not judged, and free from all deceit
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