yearnings of the lonly wanderer of utopia...the soulful seeker of the universe...the broad headed lama, walking up in the cold mountain..the Bard, in perpetual wait and wonderment.
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Chanting on the road
Its looks like return!Along the way Bard has been through the tumultuous days. Rapture torupture, the heart went sore...Emotions bind, but uncontrolled emotiontires...Back to the old bylanes of sleepy town...Bard chants the couplets ofTukaram...loud and clear..O Lord...do you hear...Life is on a Columbus journey...only echo is my own sound..such asea...such a distance...such a tiny mole of existence...out to see theother end of the sight...every one travels alone..those who don't, geta different India.Bard does not meditate..meditatation brings fixation...how will Tukramand Gyaneshwar chant in karoake otherwise...
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