29.10.2024
As I read Her burning words That blaze into the offered mind And reading of the Vedic herds A synchronicity I find In worship of the radiant sun. I know my journey hardly begun And in the body I must hold The gifts They gave of purest gold, No time to waste, the hour has come, I hear the OM's resounding hum.
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