*The strains of flute, touched his inner being,
lifted him up, held aloft like a feather,
the music in gentle waves,
took him through many lives he lived before
loosing all his mooring on here and now
he moved to the pinnacle, an unattached effulgent particle,
a sea of colors that kept changing, took him in,
he was liberated, from all bindings.
felt a joy exquisite, on being one with the music of the cosmic waves.*
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC
*The strains of flute, touched his inner being,
lifted him up, held aloft like a feather,
the music in gentle waves,
took him through many lives he lived before
loosing all his mooring on here and now
he moved to the pinnacle, an unattached effulgent particle,
a sea of colors that kept changing, took him in,
he was liberated, from all bindings.
felt a joy exquisite, on being one with the music of the cosmic waves.*
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