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There is a sacred path that winds through my heart It sings God's Name as I dance ecstatically along enchanted gopi banks and over whirling, warbling brooks I marvel as a black and white checkered, red tufted woodpecker carves God's Name on a thankful tree trunk Mirabai, Kabir and Rumi wave their colorful prayer flags verses of pure love and devotion cling to the very air we breathe The Bhakti path forges unafraid through the bleak, brooding forest of desires Husky winds blow around ghostly, skeleton branches that claw helplessly at the night skies whispering valiant stories of Rama's exile and Krishna's triumph Another tree it's hoary arms outstretched resembling a cross bleeds, remembering the sacrifices and love of Jesus, The Lamb of God Trekking further into the dense unforgiving jungle seated in Lotus pose a Golden Buddha immersed in rapturous meditation opens His eyes for an instant The sun rises in the east I kneel and kiss His glorious feet Leaving the tangled woods behind suffering, godforsaken figures of homeless people sleeping alongside this good samaritan road emerge Embodiments of God spirits marred by defeat and agony stare listlessly, flies circling oblivious to the blistering desert heat I stop to share a prayer, cup of water, some fresh baked bread from my knapsack and a ray of hope The path abruptly ascends purple mountain mists crown the summit holy footprints of saints, yogis, fellow pilgrims indelibly christen and guide my steps Angels sweep the road ahead tossing rose petals and victory blossoms Om peals across the enlightened Bhakti path ...and an ancient God awakens....
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Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 2:07 PM UTC
The Bhakti Path
There is a sacred path that winds through my heart It sings God's Name as I dance ecstatically along enchanted gopi banks and over whirling, warbling brooks I marvel as a black and white checkered, red tufted woodpecker carves God's Name on a thankful tree trunk Mirabai, Kabir and Rumi wave their colorful prayer flags verses of pure love and devotion cling to the very air we breathe The Bhakti path forges unafraid through the bleak, brooding forest of desires Husky winds blow around ghostly, skeleton branches that claw helplessly at the night skies whispering valiant stories of Rama's exile and Krishna's triumph Another tree it's hoary arms outstretched resembling a cross bleeds, remembering the sacrifices and love of Jesus, The Lamb of God Trekking further into the dense unforgiving jungle seated in Lotus pose a Golden Buddha immersed in rapturous meditation opens His eyes for an instant The sun rises in the east I kneel and kiss His glorious feet Leaving the tangled woods behind suffering, godforsaken figures of homeless people sleeping alongside this good samaritan road emerge Embodiments of God spirits marred by defeat and agony stare listlessly, flies circling oblivious to the blistering desert heat I stop to share a prayer, cup of water, some fresh baked bread from my knapsack and a ray of hope The path abruptly ascends purple mountain mists crown the summit holy footprints of saints, yogis, fellow pilgrims indelibly christen and guide my steps Angels sweep the road ahead tossing rose petals and victory blossoms Om peals across the enlightened Bhakti path ...and an ancient God awakens....
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Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 2:07 PM UTC
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