Beas of the Heart
In a living voice from the past
messages are tall shadows.
Life goes on like before people
standing, sitting, chanting
walking and preparing for the prayer meets
beside an ancient river of faith.
Sages chant for peace, order
flowing in a vessel of light.
Home for all who have no
homes to go, no links to live.
only prayers exist for ages--
are a window, hope of the Beas flowing
carrying the heart of a nation
living and longing, faithfully
holding the world hard …
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