When the seasons will have died,
And nevermore the winter,
In the grip of its frozen tides,
Will have the heart shiver,

Then amidst the shimmering dust,
Of myriad star dotted skies,
Will be quenched the thirst,
As a new dawn arises.
By Fabian Todescato

Artwork • Viññāṇūpasama • Appeasement of Consciousness

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  Sushama Karnik

  Home now,
  it's a matter of time
  before we reach the zone
  of " No smart phones",
  No more dumping of
  people's voice,
  no more subterfuge
  to hide the heinous acts
  by saying it was done by
  :" the rogue killer".
  It's time to say good bye
  to the world of CNN;
  time to call it a day,
  and return to the silence
  of "the myriad star dotted
  skies of shimmering dust"
  and sleep, a miraculous quiet
  In the Buddha's lake. By Sushama Karnik wrtitten in memory of Jamal Khshogji 2018

  
  
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