The multiplicity of faith
Collects in the bowl of life
Demands the rendezvous
With THAT which resides
Know not, where in space and time
Life blood sips
The bundle of burden, stooping
To the mother earth
In obeisance
As it grows grey
The needle of second ticks
Unhindered and untired
In the homely space
The minutes, hours, day,
Night and the infinite
Born to unborn the walk
The divinity trances
Half conscious, the consciousness
Sleeps, until the wake-up-call
Is heard to the tiny ears
The murmur of life
Gurgle over the dead
Such hollow it was not
Which was waiting
With a bowl in hands
Collects in the bowl of life
Demands the rendezvous
With THAT which resides
Know not, where in space and time
Life blood sips
The bundle of burden, stooping
To the mother earth
In obeisance
As it grows grey
The needle of second ticks
Unhindered and untired
In the homely space
The minutes, hours, day,
Night and the infinite
Born to unborn the walk
The divinity trances
Half conscious, the consciousness
Sleeps, until the wake-up-call
Is heard to the tiny ears
The murmur of life
Gurgle over the dead
Such hollow it was not
Which was waiting
With a bowl in hands
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