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A Question
Contributed by
muhammadshanazar
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Friday, 20th April 2007 @ 09:54:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
spiritual
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O God! You pulsate my heart:
An engine of the breathing machine,
That causes rhythm in the flow of red oil,
That circulates into the network of the tubes,
You strengthen my legs that push the body ahead,
To perform the tasks that commends my lust;
You supply the contents to grind, and strength to chew,
The belly digests and consumes with your consent,
You direct the waves of thoughts,
That stroll and sway like breeze in the mind,
The same waves also bring along a question,
“Why do I turn my back to the call,
That summons to Your ever unbolted door? ”
Copyright ©
muhammadshanazar
... [
2007-04-20 21:54:00]
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Re: A Question
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by ladyfawn on
Friday, 27th April 2007 @ 06:04:43 AM AEST
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graciously and beautifully written...
love n' hugs nessa |
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Re: A Question
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 9th May 2007 @ 05:50:50 AM AEST
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Sometimes I think it is our nature to turn our backs on that which we know we should not...if only to see whats on the other side....
I find this piece a testimony to that and on asking the very question itself! |
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