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Mar 2019
The war happened to me
the hostile people
my neighbours and family
I have to
      
take my loss
anyway

The dark is teaching me
to accept
that I am invulnerable
there is no need to flee

my soul is my asylum
if I ****, I **** lovingly
      
with a silvery shine
around my duty
which is not a mirror
of their motives
India (Delhi 1200 vC – Mahabharata, Arjuna)

Arjuna = Silvery shine

Krisjna = Dark

Collection “Short Sermons” # 20
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