2. You realize that your dreams were not yours, they were societal expectations and you are now free.
original here: https://sufinama.org/bhajans/morii-sar-se-talii-balaa-kabir-bhajans
Translation:
A burden has lifted off my shoulders,
my pot is broken,
I no longer have to fill water
A burden...
Kabir, I'm spent
A burden...
My wooden rosary asks
why do you count my beads?
count the beads of your heart
you'll connect with the maker immideately
I'm glad my rosary broke
I'm free of reciting hymns
2/3
Anand Philip (npub1yme…s2c3)
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2024-08-22 07:41:26
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