THEY DIED TO FURNISH OUR UNFOLDING DREAMS
They have died to furnish us but they will outlive us when we are dead and gone. And, yet, we will rise, too, from the embers and the ashes to foster fresher hopes, forge future dreams of reaching higher horizons when the sunlit beams spread out refreshing rainbows before our expanding vision. There in ethereal realms shall be realised the past aspirations that have failed, crushed conceptions that shall now redeem their former pledges of a grand union of the spirit and the heart that have waited for this brewing with eager expectation in the distillery of time. Nothing will be lost, none whatsoever. All will be gathered in a final act of self-consummation that will lend wholeness to this fractured existence and lead to the lustrous order of spiritual oneness. Harmony, wholeness, music reigns supreme now.
Written by Sugata Bose
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