THE VERY LIFE-BLOOD OF ART You told me that it dwells in us and we in it in each person but not many knew of it and felt I knew nothing was a nobody and you treated me so because we used different words but I kept silent I knew the rivers would overflow the shores of my heart one fine day and then the ocean around would not need USA or UK or Europe or Delhi or Calcutta or Thiruvananthapuram or wealth or assets position, power, influence, fame, lies - but would spread around me from wherever I was and ceaselessly play lap in golden wavelets in the morning sun caressing and beating against the shores of the illimitable universe that was expanding from within the centre of my heart and all around me I mouthed Tagore silently to myself as you scorned Let (thy) love play upon my v(o)ice and and rest in my silence Let it pass through my heart into all my moments Yes, all your secret scorn was but as love to me and only helped me to explode in this infinitely dynamic spirit which no one can contain or nothing as it comes from the source of the One without a Second The Peerless One who offered himself up once for all in the power of an eternal spirit as The Mahabali so it is easy for me, now in the midst of all my constant sorrow, sacrifice and suffering to break on through to the other side yes, break on through to the other side
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