Every Easter reminds us of the spirit of the holy cross. Let us imbibe the spirit and live peacefully and harmoniously.
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Leaves are falling
Feathers are floating.
Mist is melting
And the valley lay dreaming.

Beyond the passage,
Beyond the heart,
Chains are clattering,
Voices are heard.

A cross is laden,
Whips are heard.
Blood is oozing,
Bones are cramming.

Crannied walls crumble,
Noises fill the air.
Eyes are streams,
Prayers into eternal silence melt.

And he is being nailed,
Upon the cross he is laid.
There- to the open winds and our closing skies
The sweetest flower is sacrificed.

Beyond our hearts,
Beyond our dreams,
Beyond our spaces,
But it opens its eyes.

Beyond our reach,
Beyond our mortal scales,
It blooms into a horizon
And leaves its lingering fragrance.

The cross is empty,
The cave is empty.
The bird hath left the cage,
There are only plumes left.

And- beholding them,
We cherish a dream.
We return our eyes,
We search our own heart.

Leaves are falling,
Heart is opening.
A candle is burning,
Centuries lay dreaming.

Ravi Panamanna

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