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The Eternal Flute
The Eternal Flute
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In the meadows of Braj,
Govinda still awaits the faithful
Where even if the sun sets
The forgiving moon is always full
The intoxicating flute still gifts insanity
To the ears that hear,
But to embrace that endlessness
Who is there? Who is near?
We, the travelers pure, look ahead
The past is but a bunch of lies.
Govinda smiles, it’s a circle after all.
Busy mortals do not realize.
Yet, the drunk and the delirious hear the flute
In an orchard of illusion, a fool sees the truth…
