As countless roads stretch—
straight, slanting, and crooked,
Extending to a single point,
or diverging from it.
Different people in varied time zones,
Occupying different spaces,
Worshiping diverse gods and goddesses,
Adhering to beliefs, whether true or false—
Each being authentic in its own right,
Yet none can truly prove it.
There is but One being, indeed unique,
The whole, indivisible, truth itself.
Everyone must come to recognize,
This singular essence within each individual.
Each person must realize the truth,
That the One resides in everyone.
Unique like a mother, who begets all,
Yet is herself not begotten.
The mother embodies the truest uniqueness.
This uniqueness is a special state,
To be inherited by all children from their mother.
MyKoul
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