LIKE THE RIVER FLOWING FREE

LIKE THE RIVER FLOWING FREE

Free is the soul whose bonds are cut, who has transcended life and, so, conquered death, whose love never focussees on any without but is ever focussed on the One within. He moves about aimless like the wandering wind, here pollinating a fresh flower, there casting seeds for future fruition. Himself unattached to the vanities of the world, undeluded by life's manifold manifestations, unduped by the tricks of Maya, he moves on through vales and hills, plains and plateaus, through the village green and through the thoroughfare of city life like a minstrel singing the song celestial, caring for all, yet, careless of return. Free, indeed, is such a soul.

Written by Sugata Bose