With the rising spirit, I become the spirited
With the ebbing sigh, I am the distressed
With each scorn, I bleed deep
While those loving eyes are my healers sublime!
The apathy around, finds me lost
In Thy presence, finally, I become Thine!
Who is This, that seeth it all,
The constant One amidst the rise and fall ?
The ever-changing images, is all I see
But who am I, Lord, will you tell me?
Sonali
Good to see that people still know what they are talking about. So much BS around these days!
Beautiful !!!
Loved it Sonali….its a quest of a lifetime.
A never ending questions….with different answers and discoveries all the time !