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Winter’s Feathered Dance

The onset of winter brings a quiet magic, a stillness that envelops the world and invites us to notice the smaller, gentler moments around u...

Saturday, August 22, 2020

Ganpati Bappa Morya

 Magnificent, Thy form. 

Formless, Thy eternal divinity.

Rising chants of Thy glory, 

reverberating, 

dispelling all darkness, all agony. 

Thee, we hail, with fervour, 

O Lord of pious beginnings! 

Bless us all, with Thy grace. 


Ganpati Bappa Morya!
Mangalmurti Morya!


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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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