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Om Sai Ram.

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                                                         SHIRDI SAI

Jai Mata Di.

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                                                           JAI MATA DI

Hope

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                                   Hope is the thing with feathers  That perches in the soul,  And sings the tune — without the words,  And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard;  And sore must be the storm  That could abash the little bird  That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chillest land,  And on the strangest sea;  Yet, never, in extremity,  It asked a crumb of me.

About Truth.

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"About Truth" - You have to Speak -it , You have to Seek  , You have to Expect  ,You have to Respect  , You have to Live  and you have to Love ....

The Dream Keeper .

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Bring me all of your dreams, You dreamer, Bring me all your Heart melodies That I may wrap them In a blue cloud-cloth Away from the too-rough fingers of the World.

"Day Dreams"

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                       In the Stillness of My Daydream Am I sleeping or am I awake I ask my heart.  I lay calmly and in stillness on the cliff of my emotions; emotions mingling together and cascading into a pool that runs so deep as the thoughts of my hearts beat sings to me; lay down your fears and swallow your tears, it's time to look to your heart and follow its lead.   You've been living in a daydream my heart speaks from deep within.  Clearly my heart speaks to me; You've been dreaming of the day when your heart will be set free to run with the spirit of a mustang filly while all the time knowing for a certainty that within yourself one day you would learn to fly.   You cannot bind or control the spirit of a mustang filly; a mustang filly's spirit must run free or their spirit dies!      I can hear the thunderous roar in the hoofs of the wild mustang horses running together in their kindred spirit pack; a tremendous sound that resounds

My Love.

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                                My love My love, I have tried with all my being to grasp a form comparable to thine own, but nothing seems worthy; I know now why Shakespeare could not compare his love to a summer’s day. It would be a crime to denounce the beauty of such a creature as thee, to simply cast away the precision God had placed in forging you. Each facet of your being whether it physical or spiritual is an ensnarement from which there is no release. But I do not wish release. I wish to stay entrapped forever. With you for all eternity. Our hearts, always as one.