and dust returns to dust, but
the words of my Guru linger
like a running stream.
surging and resurging,
turning and returning,
like a running stream
bounding and rebounding
tuning the taut strings of my heart,
murmuring, whispering,
singing to me, as my
days, hours, moments flow by.
bounding and rebounding
tuning the taut strings of my heart,
murmuring, whispering,
singing to me, as my
days, hours, moments flow by.
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