musings on religious conversion
the well intended but deluded soul
took on itself to spread God’s word
the fixation soon became its mission
to rescue those deemed wayward
the vulnerable who suffer on earth
tottering on the very edge of despair
clutch at wisps of straw so proffered
but of absolute truth remain unaware
there is no solace in words and symbols
scriptures merely point out direction
we each need to walk on the path alone
paving way for our soul’s resurrection
the entity who seeks must drop away
God cannot be caged in conditioned belief
the light eternal is loftier than mind thinks
in vibrancy of staid stillness turn a new leaf
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