Rain without water,
Mud without soil,
Candle without light,
And soul without a spiritual journey.

The path long,
And to be walked alone,
Along the holding hand,
Of thy grace,
And one’s Master.

For man can go beyond,
Animal nature,
Suffering,
Problems,
Worries,
Conditioning,
Beliefs,
And not only free of,
A million negativity,
But an epitome of,
Joy,
Happiness,
Bliss,
Ecstasy,
Compassion,
And deep down,
A drop,
Of the Divine ocean.

And thus man holds,
The infinite choice,
And boundless freedom,
To fall below animals,
Or to rise,
Even beyond Gods.

And examples many,
From Hitler to Buddha,
One’s life a living hell,
And the others,
A divine creation.

And thus let’s begin,
The Spiritual Journey…
To taste the bliss,
And be part and drop,
Of the all-pervading creation,
And merge and melt,
In thy divine’s divinity.

 


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