When that divine light would shine my path?
I am so keen to see that light.
But too many invites from too many voices!
What an immense revelation-
we have so much of sweetness in so many rivers,
no human can ever drink them all.
Divine light is there, everywhere.
Stretch your hands, your hands will be full.
Open your heart, cool breeze will heal your pain.
O man,
why are you wandering in pain?
Open your eyes, and see,
heaven is there, it's there everywhere.
© Arun Maji
Painting: Hns Zatzka
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