A rock looms out of my glooma distant sound of AUM becomes
louder and louder
A plunging gorge opens as a pearl
- one step and we will reach eternity
in a second
Hold on the mighty one
hold on to your mother's skirt
You stumble accross planes
leaving a bloody trail behind you
Hold on the mighty one
and in time
before your death
you might discover
the cave
carved
from tears
by the holy men
from all over the world
night-after-night
day-after-day
in prayer
2 comments:
How glad i 'm to see words taking life again ...I missed it.
" Caves carved from the tears of holy men !!! " ---very loftly touching !.
Thankyou Nishagandhi!!
I have a cave too ; but not all that holy...no one has visited it so far ; but oneday i hope you will.
i am looking forward to visit it :)
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