Rain, Grapes, Amrita

The rain turns to grapes
through weaving by grapevines
while Jesus at the marriage
feast
turned water into wine
and the Avatar whenever
he wishes
can turn anything to amrita
divine

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amrita: nectar of immortality

poem by O. Anna NiemusReport problemRelated quotes
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