Swami Vivekananda, -The Synthesis Of Divine Thoughts. Poem by Subrata Ray

Vivekananda the Poet, lover, prophet and more,
The searcher of thousand mysterious doors,
Grew and become the whole of the divine sum,
As apostle of the apostles, He came.

Save acid test, neither sermon nor imagination,
Still nor the thoughts from inert mind,
Could produce in him any illusion’s wind ,
And the frenzy of the Divine within, evoked wild commotion.

Salvation, -the remedy from the sense-born parasites,
The rejection of the good and the evil,
The dropping of all yes and no, that go and go ,
Found in Him, the laboratory of spiritual-science.

In Him Man’s eternal question, ’Who I am? ’ found answer,
And the uncaught Atman, recognized as unexpressed totality,
Revealed Its glory, and left Him as the skeleton.

His is the synthesis of hitherto concepts of religion,
And it is the religion of Man where God Himself remains buried,
With demands of faith, purity, devotion, and love from His creation.
And when the shadows of desire are no more, -the divine sun rises.