Is all of this true or just a lie, That some god up in the sky, In an age that passed long ago (Maybe four thousand years or so), Said to a man in words like this: “To you I give in solemn promise A stretch of land that’s very vast As a gift which forever shall last. This land I’ll grant not just for you, But for all your descendants, too”, And years after this man was dead The god high up in the sky then led The deceased man’s tribal band To attack and conquer that land, In

You think that only humans count And other beings to nothing amount, That all other species that abound And on our Planet Earth are found Have no rights whatsoever at all, While Man ‘Earth’s King’ you call.   You even say in the world as a whole It’s only human beings that have a soul, And on the basis of this foolish claim Other creatures you kill, eat and maim, Claiming the Lord these all did make Simply for your fellow humans’ sake.   Please now know these just aren’t true

Oh how I now eagerly await The arrival of that blessed date, Which for me You’ll surely ensure, As You have for vast billions before.   What’ll You do, and what’ll You say, I wish I’d know, on that coming day! May I exult then and greatly delight When we’ll again meet, ah the sight!

In Your Name they’ve gone to war, Wreaking havoc and spilling gore, Each claims that the land is theirs And they alone are its rightful heirs, But they forget, or just don’t know, That the fact of the matter is truly so That all things’ real owner is You alone, And so, it’s You who that land does own. Maybe if they get this one fact right They'll finally end their ancient fight.

What for me is now the need For those grim books to read That claim to tell about You When this I by myself can do: To listen to You speak to me And to talk with You directly?   Since this I’ve learnt, why need I care To read those books to find You there? When we two can with each other speak, In those tomes for this why should I seek?

Oh what bliss to just sit and see Sundry things I find around me, For this task a few moments to spare, To note and watch with great care The shape of a leaf, the twirl of a fan, A pen-stand made from an empty can, The patterns that adorn my bedspread, Sensations that pass through my head, The hair on my toes, my oversized nails, Spending time observing such details. Ah what a way some moments to use, To myself in this manner to amuse!

Oh what havoc it has caused, For centuries, it hasn't paused, This fight over a piece of land, May they now all understand That not just that land alone (A patch of sand, mud and stone), But all of Creation, that’s so vast, From the first till the very last, Is blessed and holy, all equally so, For this one fact we should know That all of land the One God made, And in all of it He does pervade, Each atom being Him in its guise (So say those who are truly wise), So, the whole

‘What’, you ask, ‘is to be done?’ ‘Nothing’, I say, ‘just watch the fun Of this world’s most strange show, See how things here come and go, How they appear and leave the stage, Doing the same from age to age, For nothing here forever remains, No joy, no sorrow, no worldly pains, They come, stay and then move on, For a while appearing and soon gone. Don’t ask me why this must be so, Ah! This how we crave to know! What if someone were of this to say: “It’s just a show, a mere s

By many names on You we call, You the One who’s behind us all. In Your Name refuge we take, Our shelter Your Name we make. Nothing else can to us provide The comfort we seek deep inside. Upon Your Name we must rely, The sole support that will satisfy.

You’ll do what You like in any case, So, it’s best we accept it with grace, At peace we can be if this we know: That all events You cause to be so.   If what occurs we know is Your decree, From all worrying it may set us free, And then we can say, being firmly sure, That this life’s worth all that we endure.

For a while come, let us be still And watch Him enact His will, Just observing His world go by, Without asking how or why.   It’s all His doing, let's see it as so, Part of a drama, a fleeting show, Whose actors come, then move on, As has been since Creation’s dawn, In the mists of a beginningless past, And will be so till eternity shall last.   All this is part of a very strange play, In which He insists on having His way, This show, with neither start nor end, We poor folks

My way of seeing please reform, So that I’ll see You in every form, Knowing all to be You, The Friend, Oh to me please this insight lend, For, it’s in this alone that I can find The cure for my troubled mind.   Every being and thing that I see, Make it instinctively clear to me, Is You in their form that’s clad. Only if this vision can be had Can my mind’s troubles cease. Grant me this vision, please!

What if it is all just a drama mere, Staged by You down on Earth here, And every place else there is, too, A game being played out by You, And all events, every single act, Are done by none but You, in fact, So we accept it all as just Your will, Won’t our hearts only then be still, And only then can we calmly face All we’re given, praise or disgrace, Or whatever else that’s sent our way, Knowing it's but a part of Your play?

There’s a vacuum in every heart That You alone can make depart, A deep chasm only You can fill, Making our anguish to fall still. Nothing else can play that role, To mend us and make us whole, By ourselves we can’t do this task, So, to You we must turn and ask, “Please cure our great emptiness, For, it's You we need, nothing less.”

For this horror soon send a cure, How long will Your Earth endure This dance of evil in Your name, By You blessed they falsely claim? Ah! What havoc they thus wreak, The lies about You that they speak, These folks by evil driven insane, Oh! How Your Earth cries out in pain!   Peace and Love they say You are, If this is true, then don’t stay afar, Rush, make peace and love descend, And to this madness put a firm end, Then, with this, finally, all mankind In an age of Oneness i

Do for us mortals You really care, With love infinite, as You declare? Oh, this our hearts crave to know, That You indeed do love us so. Set at rest our fear and doubt, Our misgivings put to full rout, And make us sure, if it be true, Of being infinitely loved by You.

Whatever we see, it is but You, Whatever we touch, it is but You, Whatever we taste, it is but You, Whatever we smell, it is but You, Whatever we hear, it is but You, Because all that is, is but You.   Whoever loves us, they are but You, Whoever hates us, they are but You, Whoever uplifts us, they are but You, Whoever demeans us, they are but You, Whoever helps us, they are but You, Whoever hinders us, they are but You, Whoever praises us, they are but You, Whoever mocks us,

If this is all just Your play, You having Your own way, A drama that You enact, If this is so, in actual fact, You’ll play for us our part Until You make us depart, Nothing do we have to do, It all being done just by You.

She grew tired of searching for You, No longer this did she want to do. “If You care for me,” to You she said,        “You search for me now instead. I won’t more seek for You here and there, You reach out to me if for me You care. Which parent will let their child roam, And not seek to find it to bring it home? Your love’s much greater, so they say, So, You seek and find me, this I pray. If You do this, I’ll then come to know That You care for me, as You say is so. Maybe I’l

For many of us a time may soon come When our body a burden will become, And from it we’ll pine for quick release, Praying for its load to very soon cease, And to be taken to from where we came, Our real home, which for all's the same, To dwell in You, where we once were, Before You sent us to Earth down here. Ah! Then You may very swiftly decree That from this body-cage we be set free, To take us back home, at last into You, All this one day, Lord, maybe You’ll do.