Ganga Reveals

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As I sit at her bank At sunrise I ask her How, oh beautiful one, do you stay so calm so untouched so pure so divine… And Ganga whispers I do not think
of what I can receive I do not become egoistical about what I can give I just do what I must I flow. The prayers the adulation touches me not The dirt the filth touches me not I just do what I must I flow. And watching her for just a moment I close my eyes and I flow Oblivious of my past Unperturbed by my future so infinitely present in the moment Oh yes, I flow.

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