Motionless it lay
Mordant in state
Softly whispering in those ceaseless moments
Samarpan to thee
Sunday, November 23, 2008
seeking lost lives
The bliss was yet to be conquered,the soul tearfully to be bid adeau;
it was the order of the monks,reigning supreme over the almighty within;
godliness was the word,and divinity the substance;
to be searched within,it alas lay scattered on rugs;
to be yet stroked for the footprints,of the omnipresent,that without and within.
it was the order of the monks,reigning supreme over the almighty within;
godliness was the word,and divinity the substance;
to be searched within,it alas lay scattered on rugs;
to be yet stroked for the footprints,of the omnipresent,that without and within.
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