The Ganga flows
In gurgling ripples of laughter.
Overflowing edges
With its snow melted contents.
Quenching the foliage
With it’s sacred holiness,
And the stillness in the air
Looks on in envy.
On the midday sun heat,
Standing by the cobbled paths
Have you,
Put out your arms, and
Seen its waters flow through,
The fingers of your cupped hands.
Felt the droplets,
Enchant your burning body.
Have you,
Encountered the gushing waters of purity,
Forcing your clothes to flow with it
As you clasp at the chains,
And let your sins drown or wash away;
Amidst chants of...
`Om Har Har Ganga’
At each dip.
Or seen,
The evening aartis
Glittering across its banks,
Endearing the Ganga
To entice the Gods to come to witness;
His beings of imperfection recite
The vedic mantras of Om Hari Sharanam
In their honour.
But we the incompetent,
See not your presence within us.
Or the collective power of resonance
In prayers unto you.
For you are the complete immortal,
The unadulterated truth;
We the illusions of the incomplete,
Body and mind: our sins.
Author notes
PROMP: I KNOW GOD LOVES ME, EVEN THOUGH~~~~~~ Place Prompt in AN
A contest entry
- Truth by Pisces rainbow.
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Faith in God? Look into yourself.
Comments
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Such poetic beauty in your words and thoughts, the images pour out onto the page with eloquence.
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breathtaking imagery
lovely
The unadultured truth
We the illussions of the incomplete,
Body and mind: our sins
words of wisdom flow softly through your lovely words.
thank you for your entry.
God bless...
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