Nothing to Hold: A Mharishi Raman Quote and An Inspired Poem

 

INSPIRED POEM

The world, a fleeting, painted show,

A mist that fades as breezes blow.

It shifts and turns, a whispered lie,

Beneath a vast and changing sky.

Your breath, a spark, a fragile flame,

Soon to be quenched, lost to the game.

Your flesh, a vessel made of dust,

Returns to earth, as all things must.

The scrolls of old, the preacher's plea,

The words of men, they cannot be

The solid ground on which to stand,

They crumble in your open hand.

So find the truth within your soul,

And make your spirit strong and whole.

For in yourself, the answer lies,

Beneath your own discerning eyes.

When falsehood's mask you cast aside,

And in your inner self confide,

Then freedom's dawn, you shall behold,

A liberation, brave and bold.