Spirit Unleashed

Born a Hindu, I was taught that Krishna is the true God but Christians spoke of Jesus, deeming Him to be their lord. I wandered around the world, flirting with myriad faiths but mere words stirred not my soul, lost amidst shadowy wraiths. Iconic sages revered, each scripted a path unique, emulating not scriptures, found what they set out to seek. Thought a tool, which now constrains, radiance of pristine soul, so I plunged into silence, in stillness becoming whole. I am as I am, complete, provided thoughts are rested, whereupon God’s grace in-pours, though for resolve we’re tested. Sun above and earth below, wafting breeze tickling my face, there’s nothing I need to do, to garner gifts of God’s grace.