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Hasnain Zeenwala


Me and You (A Sermon)


Come gather around everyone, leave everything that you do
For I’m going to tell the secret, how to live
If you are all ready I shall begin
The secret to live is there is no secret
You are all miserable because you are looking for it
But your journey was fruitful for you have found it
But now you have found it you must stop looking and believe me
I am walking this road a long time
Searching for the light you all are looking for
I suddenly stopped and realized that there is no darkness
Every atom around is filled with light just that all was so opaque that I couldn’t see
Now everything is transparent
I tried to reach the destination so hard, that I forgot why I wanted to go there
The destination wasn’t a pot of gold but just corn-flakes
I started walking back towards life and enjoyed the journey more and realized the journey was life.
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Submitted: Saturday, May 04, 2013
Edited: Saturday, May 04, 2013

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