gajanan mishra

(3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

Faultless


This body is not mine
The soul within this body is also not mine
I love the body I love the soul in this body
I am living here in this body with this soul
As I am living I am faultless
As I am faultless I am alive
I am living to acquire knowledge
Knowledge of Self is the real knowledge
And with this knowledge I can get freedom
I am free here with your presence, my dear
I am the winner as I controlled my wish.

Submitted: Thursday, August 01, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 01, 2013

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body and mind and freedom

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  • David Wood (8/1/2013 5:35:00 AM)

    Tranquillity of inner peace is the answer. Have a read of my poem Tranquillity. (Report) Reply

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