(3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India)

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Old Friends

I see my old friends here
The cows and the birds
The creepers and elephants
The trees and the mountains.

I see myself here
And I see and hear their welcome
I feel transcendental ecstasy
Liberation perfection.

What I see what I feel
Are true but not whole truth
Whole truth is get yourself free
From all desires designations.

O my friends, come
Let us convert ourselves
In to transcendental purity
By purified senses.

Submitted: Friday, March 01, 2013
Edited: Saturday, March 02, 2013


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