Whispers of the Eternal
Whispers of the Eternal
From silence deep in forest groves,
Where sages sat in quiet thought,
To Krishna’s flute that gently wove
A song with love and meaning caught.
From sacred chants in temple halls,
To rivers flowing, pure and wise,
Each voice within the dharma calls,
Like stars that light the ancient skies.
Kabir’s truth in humble rhyme,
The Gita’s song through depths of soul—
Now I, too, add my voice through time,
A seeker walking toward the whole.
GR Kaviyoor
28 06 2025
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