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Apr 2022
Life and attitude stayed the same.
There isn't a single reference to God, not even by chance.
Much of my life was consumed by frantic work and restful sleep.
Desires had yielded to the invincible will.
The divine had moved closer to that which required no awakening in order to recognise what it already was.
Written by
Eshwara Prasad
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