You travel far and wide,
To know the truth,
But, absolutely, an exercise in vain.
The truth cannot be known,
By travelling endlessly,
Through seven valleys and seven seas,
No matter, How extensive, and,
How intensive,
The journey might be.
The Truth is closer,
Than the jagular vein.
You are like a thirsty man,
Standing in water,
But, still crying out for water,
To quench his thirst,
You are like a person who goes,
To a desert to catch fish,
You are like an Arab Bedouin,
Who searches the lost camel,
On the terrace of his house,
Or, you are like a stupid,
Who churns water,
To get butter and ghee.
What a pity!
Only a spiritual master can tell you,
What the eternal truth is?
Where and how it is to be known?
His sighns are to be seen everywhere -
In utmost horizons and in your soul,
He is in your souls,
Will you not then see?
But, you have to know Him by yourself,
A sloth cannot go along the mystic way.
Mykoul
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A great sense of fable and humor. Or you are like a stupid who churns water to get butter. There are a lot of vivid and funny metaphors in this and decorative way of exposing idiot personalities. Noentheless there seems to be a spiritual master hovering over the direction this ultimately moves.