I bow to the power of the Whole
body is as much real as the soul
the real is transcendental
transcendental is real
That all reality is One
call it by any name
in essence ever the same
one truth behind every revelation
Every road to That One leads
like the emanations of the One seed
as are innumerous roots and shoots
all the sweet, bitter and sour fruits
Why then this creedal fight
when all at the core are right
see them harmonic words of grace
as beads strung in a necklace.
(Yayati)
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