The Golden Journey
The Golden Journey
Dreams upon this soil are bright and fair,
Precious moments breathe within the air.
Existence stretches through a vast domain,
Spreading wings above the grassy plain.
Shifting worlds appear as fleeting glass,
Shadows watch the weary pilgrims pass.
Journeying toward a distant, unknown sea,
Drifting clouds move wild and fast and free.
Final truth arrives with silent pace,
Death concludes our long and frantic race.
Spirit melts into the glowing gold,
Leaving stories that remain untold.
GR kaviyoor
26 03 2026
(Canada, Toronto)
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