In goodness the inner world is found,
Brick by brick, beam by beam.
When the subtle breeze of silence blows,
And clouds of quietude storm the skies,
There sprouts in the heart of man,
A seed of pure, unbounded joy…
Beyond words, lies their inherent nature,
Waiting to be tasted, salted, by a devout mind. |
| Image Credit: Aditya Raj Kaul |
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