A belief is a signpost, no more.
It points the way to the truth.
A belief itself is not truth.
If you cling just to the signpost
You'll fail to move seeking the truth
And will feel belief is the truth.
You are washed of your sins
When you bathe in this pond.
You are washed of your sins
When you step in the river that day.
People are made to believe;
Lapses are justified.
We let beliefs to regulate
Our life with no dare to defy
More from the fear of the Devine.
Clinging to them takes you nowhere.
Time and energy is at stake.
Belief is self-deceiving relief.
01.07.2019
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