A low murmur of eternal truths fills my ears
I feel the caress of thy hands in every whiff of the wind ,
I lie in a swoon of felicity
O Mother remain here, be with us forever
The Mother replied
My child, I do not come nor I go away
I am eternal, infinite and always trying to fathom my own depths
There is no one else but myself here or anywhere
I am all.
This world is only my fanciful play,
Each being, each creature sees a different world
For I see through them with different lens.
Each one has his alloted share of joy
But I alone enjoy all the experiences
These are all whims of my consciousness
I fancy and I become my dream
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NIranjan
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