Let us go to Galilee
that four yard cell in Mathura,
deerpark in Varanasi,
and ask where are we headed?
Fallow the field we furrow.
Lost the harvests of our youth.
And when all's done, this
our fear, that it was not enough,
that it was not enough.
What does it mean to
love, find peace in works,
uncover the joy of existence?
(Mere) myth, delusion, infant
babble of an evolving kind?
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 1:41 PM UTC
Let us go to Galilee
that four yard cell in Mathura,
deerpark in Varanasi,
and ask where are we headed?
Fallow the field we furrow.
Lost the harvests of our youth.
And when all's done, this
our fear, that it was not enough,
that it was not enough.
What does it mean to
love, find peace in works,
uncover the joy of existence?
(Mere) myth, delusion, infant
babble of an evolving kind?
Galilee, Mathura and Varanasi are places associated with holy memories of the 3 greatest incarnations of mankind - Jesus, Krishna and Buddha.
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