TO ALL SINCERE HEARTS.
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Where is our ancient torch?
Where is our enlighted world?
Where is our living heart?
Where is our lighted inn?
It was here
It was with us.
It was among the ancient caves,
It was on the sands of time.
During our sojourn
We have lost the lantern.
During our endless sail
We have lost the trail.
In the place of that torch
We now have a sharpened sword.
In the place of that enlightend world
We now have a sharpened word.
In the place of that lighted inn
We now have a world of sin.
In the place of that enlightened heart
We keep a living brute.
The Holy Cross is not our sincere path
The Holy Koran is not our sincere faith.
The living Vedas are not our true spirit
And we are scrambling in a depthless pit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem