He lives in the veritable charm
Where sparrows chirp.
They sing his eternal lore
That nobody thinks.
Cropping in her claws,
She builds her lair.
Worms, beetles in tweak,
She feeds...
Time was there lived a saint.
And was wont to deliver himself of practical preachings.
Direct was his attachment with God.
Oneness of inwardness and outwardness was...
