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Under the weight of sins all collective Seeking from guilts deep,refuge divine Forsaking daily conscientious angels hearty, Rushed in multitudes I to Gods Almighty On mountains highest and valleys deepest, Heeding not,his part am I,in me He is and I but am a pilgrim, from death to birth last, Every instant, in moments each till eternity Bonded divine,here or there,in time and space. Rendered incapable were they all,mute Under the burden heavy of my sins unthought, Watching impassive as the mountains fell The rivers rose,very earth in fury collapsed Swallowing,burying my sins for a beginning anew.
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Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 5:19 PM UTC
The Pilgrim.( Swept Away With The Third Eye Open.)
Under the weight of sins all collective Seeking from guilts deep,refuge divine Forsaking daily conscientious angels hearty, Rushed in multitudes I to Gods Almighty On mountains highest and valleys deepest, Heeding not,his part am I,in me He is and I but am a pilgrim, from death to birth last, Every instant, in moments each till eternity Bonded divine,here or there,in time and space. Rendered incapable were they all,mute Under the burden heavy of my sins unthought, Watching impassive as the mountains fell The rivers rose,very earth in fury collapsed Swallowing,burying my sins for a beginning anew.
-Some thoughts recorded after a huge tragedy involving pilgrims in the Himalayan places of pilgrimage in my country
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Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 5:19 PM UTC
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