sitting there, hand to my forehead, the beauty of the body in calm spiritual repose getting in touch with that gentle, soft mind of the pilgirm, the one who loves mystery places made of grand architecture and thirsts for all the sundry types of world knowledge to delight the soul.
The one who asks wondering who am I? And how may I best serve and worship?
Because I perceive I am in paradise- this earth!
Only let there be holy silence and holy sunlight, and I shall perceive heaven and earth
anew!
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