The Pilgrimage of Remembrance
They foolishly spend time and money
on the pilgrimages
deeming that Father will fill their aprons
with precious pearls.
Basket of sins on their heads
still overflows,
and a pious life
is rarely loved.
The 'sacred’ water of the Ganga
merely washes
the decaying bodies
of impure souls.
No relation with Him,
no connection with Him;
their pilgrimages go on
half the cycle.
What do they gain
by the journey of bodies
when the mind is left
in worldly worries?
His real children
living in the temple of body
reach Sweet Home
in the fraction of a second.
Their journey is
the spiritual journey,
journey of the mind,
the pilgrimage of remembrance.
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