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Peace


Oh Heavens, receive thy son.
His earthly chores are done, undone, redone.
Too many aspirations- some fulfilled and some not.
Of all of them, now remains none.
Running around in circles,
He has spent his life and
Now he is near its end.

He has learnt that life is an empty race
To keep up pace
With all that is never to last.
Life creates fools of people,
Tyrants, and slaves, and heroes alike-
Who believe more in the self
Than the mighty Self of all.

He has realized this simple fact
But still remains a fool.
Because his realization is not strong enough
To make him quit the race with grace.

Do him a favour, Lord.
Deliver him from the agony.
Teach him not any more worldly ideas.
But make him one with thee.

With thee he shall lie in peace
And nevermore shall he run.
As in thee will he find himself
And all that he was running for.

In thee he will see the Truth-
That truth which is complete and pure.
So content will he feel
That he will search for nothing anymore.

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