Many memories, many experiences
universe is my teacher, every moment
every events, at every points in space
wherever mind travels picks pebbles
Every breeze brought many pollen grains
the ovum of doubts and inquiries fertilized
seeds sprouted and became heavenly trees
In forest of memories mind happily roams.
In forest of memories sometimes lost path
but met with wonders of nature, valleys
Springs of fresh water, moss covered rocks
met fishes in streams and thirsty deer, hungry lions.
whenever lost way, reached places,
where I had to be, something waits
a lesson or a duty, many rocks hurled
and fell by my touch, some raised
like Ahalya by Rama's touch..
things and unfulfilled souls wait
where unknowingly we reach, but never we believe
just our mere touch bring freedom to bound souls
we never recognize Ahalya waits for Rama in us
Or Rama within Us who can bestow deliverance
souls wait for many years for us for grace of divine in us..
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