In the bliss of the sweetness of that light even the sweetest honey are tasteless, envelops me, surrounds me, each word of mine gets enshrined in it, tastes far sweeter then any other honey. thoughts become loads of silk admiring me to enrol them in me and offer them to that light. people become highest form of love alive miseries become sweetness death leaves the fear truth becomes diamonds her music in that temple sings all around here and there distance leaves its sense and time lets me free all the ties set me free and turn in that light such is the essence of his light to such light that holds the universe together I seek refuge in day and night.
Posted on: Sun, 27 Oct 2013 05:48:13 +0000
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