A Madcap Baul

That is why, brother, I became a madcap Baul. No master I obey, nor injunctions,

canons or custom. Now no men-made distinctions have any hold on me, and I revel

only in the gladness of my own welling love. In love there’s no separation, but

commingling always. So I rejoice in song and dance with each and all.

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