I have heard about a saint who lives in the higher reaches
His abode is shrouded in clouds where the holy river rises
It is rumored that he is ageless and stands outside time
Countless messiahs have been his disciples in their prime
There are people who claim to have met the divine one
And they all feel that their lives were changed then on
Hearing such reports I felt a deep urge for his presence
Could I come face to face with the divine saintly essence?
I started thinking actively about this as night followed day
Sometimes I meditated on him and at other times did pray
An avatar in our midst: he could answer questions mystic
All of life's problems could be resolved by this divine ascetic
I travelled to distant land and made a pilgrimage to shrine
It was a difficult path through deep vales and steep incline
I wandered about without success and with a wild surmise
My hopes were dashed fimally and I returned without prize
I came back to my little apartment and entered my door
There were the same walls and a ragged carpet on floor
While hanging up my travel clothes my gaze fell on mirror
Reflected was a presence I had searched outside in error
Sunday, June 17, 2007
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