Ganges, Holy river, i bow for Thee. Born in the sacret mountains of the Himalayans, You find your way down to the Children of the One. Your pureness is never touched. Not by dead animals, human soulles bodies, extreme pollution from all sorts. You stay pure. You Bless the pilgrimage who walk the busy streets to find you, and ask for eternal freedom. You are not a chocolate-shop, nice and clean, wrapped sweet, in colourfull neat packages. No, you are real. The smell of the illusion and death belongs to Your appearance. But in Your core, You are as Pure as in the Holy mountains. I wash myself in Your water, may you bring me sanity in this illusion. Holy Ganges, i bow for Thee.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Jun 2013 17:42:00 +0000
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