Thought
Silk worms spin tirelessly
Eating leaves of mulberry
Illusions’ threads entangling
Weeping sorrows suffering
Look out from glass pane
“Will I see loved ones again?”
Say vaccine is coming soon
So go outside - leave the room
Masks uncovered seeing face
Markets work at buzzing pace
World is now a different place
A measure of two metre space
Loved ones lost are not our own
Belonging not to us or home
Veiled like some fine spun thread
Truth in truth nothing to dread
None penetrates the mystic play
That’s why Master used to say
Care not to understand this web
Pure devotion at thy feet instead
Prayer
O Lord my earnest prayer is simple; it is the prayer of a simple child. May I have pure devotion for thy feet and pure knowledge of Thee.
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