The old city, the old stones,
The happy trees, the happy river flows,
Sun, moon, and stars come to their town,
See the picture and praise the cause.
The air, the energy, the vibrations are all so pure,
The answers to all questions can be endured,
Read the picture, the gesture, the guest,
The depth of the ocean will also help.
Some mud have the diamond embedded,
Qualify the search with eternal power,
Connect the nods to universal bias,
Truths ain't true without the fundamentals,
Galaxies dance on the sound of the Universe.
Connecting the brainpower to the sound of the Universe,
Whispers everything which needed to hear,
No default assumptions were ever encountered,
Only the patterns were discovered.
Children of consciousness inherit similar qualities,
Yet authenticity and transparency are desired.
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Author:
Jainshalini (
Offline) - Published: January 25th, 2022 09:08
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Nice, Good indeed Liked it a lot Are you Indian?
Thank you 🙂
Yup, I am indian.
Me too But much smaller than you(Most probably)
Nice words
Thanks
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