Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Wednesday, April 8, 2020

Hail, O wide-hearted one

O wide-hearted one,
Covered with dust of Thy feet,
We are healed, made whole.
For Thy name breaks afflictions,
embalms the broken spirit.

Jai Jai Jai Hanuman Gosai!!!

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