The sound of the wind rushes through my soul,
scouring out all wants and desires;
wiping clean everything until all that’s left
is Shabd itself;
And we are one.
Shabd Wind
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Love this! It certainly is windy out today. 🙂
I’m simply a shirt hanging on a clothes line.
High winds blow everything away.
Torrential rains wash everything clean.
Blazing, brilliant Sun bakes everything clean and dry.