We pray to none but Thee.
Grace be, all thirsts sated,
all hang-ups, abated.
Thy name redeems.
Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma.
Welfare unto all
Rab Rakha
Words of Winds
A little meditation on autumn winds, where nature’s music turns into a metaphor for love, renewal, and the quiet breath of life. winds sing ...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.