By V S Nebu
Spiritual life, a voyage lone,
In search of moonlight yet unknown.
Surrounded by many, but none to stay,
The traveler sails alone each day.
Like a lover who forsakes the known,
For one she’s only heard, alone.
When He, the Truth, fills all with light,
The world fades, leaving sea so bright.
In that silence, the soul will speak:
“He is One, the Truth we seek."
To know Him is joy, to praise is grace,
In His glory, we find our place.”
A journey with a goal, a return must come,
Where body and mind find their home.
Those who wish to hear the tale,
Stand on the shore while others sail.
The hermit’s words, like travel logs,
Pour mercy from the silent fog.
Each sees the same, speaks of the One,
Yet we hear it with a thousand tongues.
The Promised Land, where all dissolves,
Samsara’s world, where mystery revolves.
What seems to be, hides and swells,
In fleeting flashes, the illusion dwells.