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Ivory Dome

Across the Indian subcontinent
Impenetrable languages I hear
A pilgrim westerner, itinerant
May fate illuminate this worn sightseer.
My journey seeking answers, years I�ve trekked
First, Italy, the Holy Catholic Church,
Then, on to India, (no disrespect)
My goal: complete the consummate research!
Is Moksha State of Bliss the true ideal?
The intersection, Brahman and my soul?
Ignite new understanding, not of zeal�
But iris of existence, opened, whole?
It�s now been many years, since I left home�
But, I have yet escape my Ivory Dome!