All our indulgences,
dried safflower leaves,
soul-fabric dyed and redyed.
Oh and the color always fades.
Whilst The indulgence of Thy name,
stays fast, like the red of madder roots.
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
Sometimes renewal arrives softly, one tender green shoot at a time. Rain reclaims forest, those dusty summer-scorched leaves. Tender greens ...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.