Arunachala
The soul...the spirit,
yearns for a love which no human heart
can give or recieve...until,
worldly desire is subdued.
Painting the mountains red,
with the sacrifice of self...for the higher good,
can remain a challenge for the troubled heart
until true compassion flows as a waterfall,
as we play in the sands of time
dreaming of building castles in the sky...
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