He who wanders in crematory grounds...
He who sits for ages in the darkest, unreachable caves of the Kailash,
He who surrounds himself with jackals and applies cremated ashes
He who is wearing the digant-horizons,
He, who is dancing upon stars
He looks as if he is sitting idle, but is He?
He, the Nakshyatra sadhak, does he need a temple to be adored!
He is everywhere.... In free energy...
Floating like a Fallen Blessing!
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