The Master taught the ancients,
the brilliant art of making fire;
Losing the art in imprudence,
they also forgot the Master.

Beliefs, doctrines, rites, rituals,
Have, no doubt, elements holy;
Deeper than these peripherals,
– Is true Spirituality…

Signs, symbols, worships, and scriptures,
Have been indicators of – Truth;
Indicators are path-pavers,
Can path-pavers be: ‘The Path?’

Lotus, swan, Vedas, garlands, and
Holy beads are simple symbols;
‘Brahma’ dwells in the farthest of far land,
Within inmost heart’s citadels.

Every flower, every plant, tree,
Each bird, any animal be;
Every insect, every fly, bee,
Are all spirituality.

Spirit has no forms, shapes, structures,
And tangible anatomy;
It’s in and around all creatures,
In symphony-like harmony.

It’s that lets me alter, detach,
That tells me respect, tolerate;
Tells always blessings to dispatch,
And with God to cooperate…

It prompts me to face and accept,
To truly my duties perform;
To love, let go, wholly respect,
To always discern and transform…