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...

Friday, April 3, 2020

Glimmer of Thy love

Dark pits of chaos, 
where our shadows forsake us, 
glimmer of Thy love. 
Sustaining and reviving,
the comfort of thy embrace.

 Satnam Sri Waheguru. Satnam Sri Waheguru. 

Linking with Blogging from A to Z April Challenge

 Welfare unto all
Rab rakha 
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