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Another day of prayer…

July 26, 2007
Burnt matchsticks on the floor,
Ash of the fragrance sticks,
Late evenings,Late nights,
Forgotten fragrance of self,
Counting the sticks and hours,
Burned away,
Without truth.

Where seekers gathered to celebrate,
She found stillness,
In the humming crowded room.
That spoke of Loving One.

Silence in noise? Strange.
For so long she had heard,her own noise,
In a silenced, empty room.

She never wished to talk to her own Self,
And She wished to know the One.
That left no one to be known.

Trust, should begin first with own self.
The World is miles away.
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