Do cast your burden on me - II

Everything is momentary, transient but the existence. So do not pursue for the assurance. Everything belongs to spiritualism or materialism is subject to or liable to the inflow and outflow of the heart you prepare for. Every guarantee itself reminds of conceided voice. The loving Himalayas under its valleys lies the tree of love. Blossoms, blooms the fruit of untouched feelings deep seated into the deepest of the caves of Himalayan valleys existing for times immemorial. The petals of inside love ever cherished existing or would be existing always around the Himalayan valleys, seating nearest to the Himalayan Yogis-saints. Do stress on the heart of yours to the fullest up to the reach of Himalayan hermits so that you vibrate the vibes of the divinely presence of the Himalayan Yogis presented amidst the mortality of human evolution. Now is the time to pay heed to the realistic path instead of roaming, searching from on pillar to another of love and affection in pursuit of very compassion you have been carrying on to the life after life irrespective of either you trust or not. The showering of love ever cast on the heart from the earth, from the unknown and concealed place of the cosmos. The cosmos reminds you once of the truth you tempt for. And it would not be repeated itself. The blue mountains of the towering Himalayas seek to take you unselflessly into its laps of immortal heart. Come, come and come forth. This very place won’t be any more it calls you back to your own house owing to the disaster of evolution from the human beings misdeeds being argued from all the angles of lettered wisdom. Love never ceases, but lover.