THERE IS NO RELIGION HIGHER THAN TRUTH -MADAME BLAVATSKY
Veins cross arteries in a world wide stream
Transmorphing spirits from the past
Appearing at once in an earthly dream
With every grasping soul at last
Mingling into a wind of scattering dust
An encompassing wave overcoming all
Exiting the stage in a timely matter
Hurling ourselves into the blazing sun
Just before life; then after death
Exist the land of nod
Come only when what lacking breath
Your eyes focus on God
The slaughter wasn't in the numbers
Every snowflake bares a fingerprint
To be relinquished to the humble
Stellar formations riding the crowns
Glory at the table
Passing sweet wine
O heavenly fable
Blessed divine
Such trivial agonizing vanishes
Pain is a subdued anesthesia
Once one arrives on the other side
In the spirit of love
Rhythm
Hearts
Understanding
Souls
One
SATYAT NASTI PARO DHARMAH - MAHARAJAH OF BENARES
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