Life
comes and picks you up in her fold. |
|
In the wilderness of their fancies. Obstinately searching without What within they ARE. On all sorts of fantasies they stumble. With crystal clear waters a well Where to quench their thirsty souls In a labyrinthine path lost is. Shrouded the brilliance is of the spiritual sun In the cloak of their materialism. Empty
the
priest's, bhikshu's and mullah's words are. |
~ Franco Dell'Oro
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