Hes gone, friend, and i suffer. Whatever I cling to - TopicsExpress



          

Hes gone, friend, and i suffer. Whatever I cling to dissolves. This drifting worlds a turbulent cauldron, it leaves nomads of truth without shelter. Seekers get mocked, people act rashly, they fling themselves into infernos and no one gets free___ just the churning of eight million wombs. Groping, at every turn twisting,missing the passage towards freedom. Mira says: ark One __ we call refuge in you the beyond. (Songs of Mirabai, For Love of the Dark One)
Posted on: Sat, 09 Aug 2014 03:54:59 +0000

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