Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Your Sanctuary



You have sometime
surely asked someone
for the beautiful beech tree
beneath the sun

Where no sorrows tide,
no wave of glum
Just balmy breezes
of pure pleasure aplomb?

I say tired traveller,
no longer ask anyone,
since I already sized
the simple sum;

To this sanctuary
since I succumbed,
All bondage brittle
have been undone;

It is the town where
Truth's songs are sung
And everyone is
without exception welcome.

Jubilant a joyous
journey now begun,
I nest in the Name
of the Only True ONE.


Credit: God, Guru Arjan

In French: Votre Sanctuaire
In Russian: Ваш Святилище

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