RAMBLINGS
An Online Diary of thoughts traced out
Friday, May 15, 2026
Dream
Falling over a cliff
I die
And I walk
Remembering Rumi and Sri Aurobindo
"There is no death."
Echo all over, I hear
I turn, and I see
All
Is there no death? I ask
To whom?
I am the question
I am the answer
I walk...
This poem is written by Daya Balaji
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