To the pilgrim
realization in its fullness dawns
when self disappears in the ocean of light
fade forever the shades of the long starless night
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When past fixes you
drags you down
into the grave in which it sleeps
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Where has vanished the rhythm of wholeness
which came naturally to our seer-ancesters
who lived a balanced life of inner nurture
and of exterior acts, solitude and service
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Every child yells for peace
coming out of the mother’s womb
but peace to him all life eludes
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We are on a cosmic voyage
know not separared since how long
driven by wander lust
as little particles of stardust
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Hail divine land!
the oldest banyan tree
the roots trailing down
to reach the entrails of the earth
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Death is no end
but a new beginning
to go questing for life’s meaning
with a reinvigorated force
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Whether we realize it or not
infinite is the drawing power of the mind
in every human endeavour the great law of attraction
‘like creates like’ is ever at work in the universe
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There is an isle of peace
afloat in ocean of my heart
where world can’t intrude.
My natural haunt when alone
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A common delusion:
we can get true felicity
by worldly acquisions
fulfillment of ambitions
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