nagamuthu osho

For the soul to console
Let us forget and forgive;
Each other, when our wean heart comforts and soalce:
Deep, our wound would heal and feel glee,
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Let vivid mind!
Travel to bind!
Divine's sound
And those Realms!
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The life becomes, and because of miracle, debacle, and pinnacle,
where the silent soul move to love,
The one near the nectar, all and love to prove,
Ne'er to hurt the life, e'er to heal...
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It is to laugh,
When I grow high;
Use the medicine of laughter,
Which is subtle, source soul of softer.
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Glad God! thy Glory Grace spread!
Glittering fame unfetter my fate's thread
Where thy magical thought
Makes me mute...My start
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