comes and picks you up in her fold.
In the wilderness of their fancies.
Obstinately searching without
What within they ARE.
On all sorts of fantasies they stumble.
With crystal clear waters a well
Where to quench their thirsty souls
In a labyrinthine path lost is.
Shrouded the brilliance is of the spiritual sun
In the cloak of their materialism.
priest's, bhikshu's and mullah's words are.
~ Franco Dell'Oro
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