Bubbling springs of the joyful river
sunlight through the snowy mountains -a sliver
joy wells up, hope grows, 'i' becomes a giver
the moment fulfills itself in a life full of rigour
Faces all aglow around
one touch and sorrow-no more bound
to life-like a sinuous vine,only the sound
of the springs of joy eternal found
by none other than the very heart
finds none in this creation apart
from itself,sends forth the dart
of its love, to play its part
in this world-play , a mighty start
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and what is it?
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