The entire Budhist monks life is but a preperation, For his Deathpoint or moment of seperation. The Jains have santhara, Quitting life consciously to join with the para matma. Hindus go into samadhi. Where there is no Congress,Shiv Sena, BJP or Samajwadi. The Christian merges with the holy spirit, Peace no more desperate. The Sufi mystic to become one, Dances,twirls,prays,trances to get the job done. Aghora or Illumined with light, longing for Shiva in whom they delight. Shamnism or the Art of ecstacy, The ultimate being one with the super entity. There is no need to change your faith, And on your old religion lay a wreath.
Religion, whatever your belief, we all meet our maker, it may be expressed differently, nevertheless in the end it is all the same. An informative write Mohit.
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
It's almost Christmas. Lynn Basil is writing her last book about a secret entrance into the magical doll land of Sha Bebe that she loves so much. Bagannos have taken over the world! Lynn finally meets her dolls in real life. Can she write in a Secret
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
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Religion, whatever your belief, we all meet our maker, it may be expressed differently, nevertheless in the end it is all the same. An informative write Mohit.
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