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Blue Pill & Red Pill

Nirvana Vs Moksha

A Parsi man chose the fire cause he had a passion for God

He did not see a need for water as he couldn't swim in a flood 

A Sufi pyr chose the sea, eager to be in fana'a drowned 

He saw in the fire a golden flicker and dark jinn forging a devil's crown 

You are what you eat and to win Ganga's boon you'll need to gulp down the neon full moon 

A robe of Vishnu's glory requires a different goal; you will have to swallow up the burning rays of Sol

But there is a blue tongued Savior, his eyes bright red with flame 

Mahadev his being and Ya Shu'a his name

He's eaten the entire fruit and seed, the darkness and light both 

His spirit did leak and body bleed, so we could avert God's wrath 

Only the obedient could know good and evil; see God the All and not be defeated by death

Jains and Buddhists disappear for all they have is breath

 

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Lorris Morris

u post so often u need a page of your own....no time for others to get theirs viewed...well Cosmo..loves you.....

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al Bikaadi

Woops! Sorry, will stop being a hog and pass the ball around for a bit. 😬

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