(Tomaro aseeme prano-mono loye joto dure ami dhaie)
No matter how far I travel towards Thee
With my mind and soul
Along Thy infinite space
I don’t see a trace of Grief, death or parting
However, when I walk away from Thee
Proceeding towards me within,
Then death takes only the death-form
Sorrow plays the deep-ditch of sorrow
Oh my ultimate Wholeness, Thy feet holds
Everything, anybody ever can desire
There I’m fearless since all are mine
Hence for Thy feet I cry day and night
My mental pollution and worldly burden
Vanish instantly when I hold Thee in me
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3/8/2015
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Not seeing traces of grief, death or parting, until not seeing, then sorrow takes hold of our beings. All of it vanishing when God holds us in his arms. Beautiful message in this one. Thank you, Tushar. RoseAnn
Thank you, Roseann. Tushar