The long line of scriptures, sages, and seers
All proclaim the Truth.
But sometimes it takes a whole lifetime,
To open one's eyes to That!
We come into this world of physical science and matter,
Where we measure happenings through our pitiful standards,
Little knowing that it takes but a plunge,
Into deep waters, to reach the other shore.
All along the route the signs point the way
Sometimes tripping you up,
Sometimes pushing you along.
And sometimes appears a saint,
Who kindly give you His hand.
And you trot after Him,
Stumbling and prancing like a child.