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There is a sight I hold dear. A misty morning, a grey veil, green hills in the background, lush and abundant. On the fore, at about 100 feet...

Monday, November 11, 2019

Thy name, my refuge

As you walk with Guru, you walk in the light of existence, away from the darkness of ignorance, you leave behind all the problems of your life.
A haiku inspired from this thought... Heartiest greetings for Gurupurab...


Thy name’s holy thread,
mends my tattered and frayed soul,
in thee, my refuge.

Satnam Sri Waheguru


Linking with Modest Mondays

Welfare unto all 
Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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