Poetry

Holy Shrine

What shines in the

Water of abstinence is the holy grain

Which grows like the pure philosophy.

A dive into the divine ganga;

Beside the burning ghats

Where burns away the life and

Transcending the form of the forms

The so-called teaching soul

Becomes immortal.

For once, everything existed.

Everything that came to the world exists before leaving.

Even your soul.

Soul is the immortal shrine

It feeds you with omnipotent powers

If you only worship reality

You might get lost in the realm of your body.

Soul exists for the unseen world

It is freedom beyond divinity.

                                                                               ~ Sushant Thapa 

                                                                                  Biratnagar, Nepal

 

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