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CAN THIS BE TOLD? How can it be sold What needs to be told That is worthier than gold To all those on needless hold And groomed into pitiful mold Can anyone be that bold? That what you are made to believe as the Truth, What you are compelled to practice as worth, If you in theology and in the system have faith While you live your life on Earth Then, in heaven as reward you could secure a berth That if you tread away or against the path Meticulously designed to avoid God’s wrath By institutions and specialists acclaimed to know God’s math You would be condemned to hell after death To suffer forever with no chance to recover thence-forth With no scope to redeem and prove one’s worth And make legitimate claim for pardon and heaven’s berth Those are merely myth and untrue Smart lies to control and rule Our timidity and indifference put to use Sad that we do think God needs some body else To tell on HIS behalf what SHE wants of us That IT has not given us minds and hearts to use And get to know that HE needs none to please That SHE appointed none to preach to appease. Where we are today negates, for enlightenment, all scope. Neither can there be hell Nor heaven that humans talk so well All that given us is only “will” Any time, in any disposition to feel Like one is in heaven or in hell. The Lord praised as but full of compassion Never could resort possibly to condemnation Of any soul of whatever dispensation To suffer in hell forever, ever without salvation. Sweet aura of sensual pleasures and a life with no shortages, Access to needless gadgets even to those with no wages, Myths of liberty and freedom believed as true since ages, We are so used to, have bound us to behave like stooges. Ignorance, hypocrisy, snobbery and greed made us hostages Indifference and fear of condemnation shaped our images. Salesmanship of religious institutions seem to outwit Genius of commercial enterprises in luring us into a fit To believe in the promised, heaven’s gateway, for one to step into A locale in reality physically does not and can’t exist. Once there was a pious man Rich in heart but poor and forlorn Desiring welfare of people at large Wanted to organize grand massive worship. Decided to ask for help from lord of the land For whoever went to him, never returned empty handed. So he goes to visit him Finds him in reverence praying Wealth and grace with devotion seeking. Such that he could maintain his standing Among the people who believe he is ruling. Is he no better than others, also begging? Why not I ask the Lord directly for the blessing Thought the man away walking Mere middlemen whom, the Lord there is, Never needs to dispense His mercy and Grace To any however farthest, smallest or meanest As all forms are His and have Her at their behest Closest within their hearts in the layer deepest But for my desire to be known as a well-wisher Why did I even go to another beggar Lord needs none to assist in nothing what so ever As He alone exists, moment to moment forever Rulers and guardians of religion wherever As well are His forms, no different from others Under the spell of delusion and desirous of power These men of the world mislead the rest as though super Unconscious, ignorant and self-deluding we surrender For social acceptance and temporal rewards, a blunder. The entire canvass of Life and Its process is but a play Enacted by the ONE as though different in countless forms As an actor plays several roles albeit he is himself. Deluding the audience as though he forgot his sameness At deepest level feeling the connectedness and oneness. Whoever with a passive and neutral disposition Remains consciously an observer oneself within Reaches surely the center of pure awareness Sees the Whole, making all grosser layers transparent And mundane earthly pursuits more insignificant. |
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