Guest guest Posted September 14, 1999 Report Share Posted September 14, 1999 The spring is coming to an end. Yet in all seasons, there is the eternal spring, and all seasons exist in That. Harsha’s Eternal Spring Once there was this mystery set in the dense fog of life nothing appeared clearly and thorn bushes on all sides. Being tired I stopped along the road and lay down to rest my back a while a pure spring gushed forth suddenly wet the ground and made me smile. Too many body aches to move how with miseries we are wed as hopes played their endless melodies a welcome stillness led once more to a forgotten place and water dripped on my head. For naked lovers with no rent to give earth serves as the final bed and peaceful sleep comes easily to a tired, worn out heart. That day upon awakening even the air was wet but no ceilings now to keep out the light. The building puddle might have drowned me still but I had had my fill of sights and wonders. Or so I thought, when by chance our eyes met a perfect face of such radiance who can resist this innocence and having given up everything it made no sense at all to hold back just my heart. The pull, this magic pull, on my decaying orbit, takes away the choice of ever being untrue. What voice can speak now and say I loved and lost myself in You Then Saw that You were Me Silence stole us from ourselves For all Eternity. All rights reserved and all that by Harsha (Dr. Harsh K. Luthar) April 1999 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 14, 1999 Report Share Posted September 14, 1999 >What voice can speak now >and say I loved >and lost myself in You >Then Saw that You were Me >Silence stole us from ourselves >For all Eternity. Beautiful!! Thank you. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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