Journey Of The Soul.

                             

PART I

I stood close to the Door,

With a hope to know more.

More about life and all its colours,

About human race and all that is ours.

The Door was large and heavy,

But my body weak and lazy,

For I had travelled long and fast,

Through tress, mountains and stellar dust.

I pushed the Door with all my might,

But Alas! I lost the fight.

Neither did it budge nor did it sway,

All this made me feel like a castaway.

My knocks and cries went unheard,

Leaving me felling dejected and bewildered.

What could be my mistake?

What could be the law that I did break?

From beyond the closed door came a voice,

“Following laws is but a choice.

Laws and rules are not the end,

It is knowledge and humility that one must blend.”

“You, my son, have done it all,

Followed laws and scriptures tall,

But you did fail in one big test,

When you kept everything low but your crest.”

“Humility is something not in your blood,

Like a proud Brahmin worshipping static mud.

You must go back and realize your blunder,

The chest of virtues you must plunder.”

Then I realized my big mistake,

Thus the cycle of life I must retake,

And correct the mistake that I did commit,

For only then will I receive the heavenly permit.

PART II

Once again close to the Door I stood,

Praying for heavenly repose plenty and good.

In order to correct my former mistake,

Necessary steps I did take.

Pride I did shed like an old snake skin,

I lived a life colourful and clean,

Humility I did show in all respect,

To all I expressed honour and respect.

Confidently, on the Door, I did knock,

Hoping to see the Glorious Face beyond the heavy block.

No answer did I receive, no sound did I hear.

My former apprehensions turned into fear.

“What is my mistake”, I asked crying

Life I did spend humble and praying.

The Voice did answer back stern and strong.

I still wondered what did I do wrong.

“Humility was you bride, pride and greed you enemies,

You did take part in all the holy ceremonies.

Life without work is as good as dead.

Work was something that your mind forbade,

Karma is something you must know,

Work, and not talk, is something you must show.

Cycle of life is for you to take.

Corrections, for your mistakes, you must make.

Hoping to redeem myself I went back,

Sure that work, my life, will never lack.

Humility and work I will combine,

Surely I will receive heavenly solace divine.

PART III

Before the great Doorway I did stand,

Hoping for a peep into the distant holy land.

On the great door knock I must,

Sure of receiving judgement true and just.

Life I did live full of action,

Vital time I did not waste a fraction.

Work was an eternal part of my soul and creed,

Humility flooded all my words and deeds.

Having unified deed and devotion,

I stood close to the door in silent contemplation.

Before knocking on the door for one last time,

I hoped to hear the heavenly rhyme.

Even before I did knock,

The Door gently did unlock,.

The heavenly light did fall upon my face,

I knew I had come to the end of my chase.

“You have corrected your errors and overcome your fear.

You body is now cleansed and clear.

To you I give my heavenly abode,

The cycle of life is no more your shoulder’s load.”

The pang of happiness in my heart did swell.

I was relieved for all was done and well.

My goal did I reach in two lifetime,

Realizing, non-correction of ones mistake is a crime.

PART IV

Now that I have entered the heavenly land,

My sight was filled with beauty and celebrations grand.

The sky was blue, and the grasses green,

The water pure and the air clean.

Birds did sing, animals did chatter,

This is the place for unification of mind and matter.

Knowledge did flow like a stream untamed,

And virtue did crawl like a baby unashamed.

The heavenly light did shine clear and bright,

In the open night sky in front of my sight.

The voice did speak and I did hear,

Words of wisdom that we all hold dear.

From so high above I did see,

That the cycle of life left none free.

Freedom one must buy with virtue and wisdom,

Gathered from experiences through villages and kingdoms.

The heavenly voice did tell us all:

“You all have answered the heavenly call,

But this is not the achievement of your ultimate goal,

You must find the sought after truth inside you soul.

    

PART V

The final journey I must take,

The time is not ripe to take a break.

The ultimate truth I must plough,

From the layers of sand and mortal dough.

The truth does not lie is a far off land,

But rests in peace pure and grand.

From the depths of my heart and soul I shall find,

The truth to which for so long we were blind.

The task is easier said than done.

For it one must look beyond the walls of mortal fun.

Mortal value must lose its face,

Eternal truths must take its place.

For the journey we must prepare,

The joy of finding it we must share.

For only then will the human race receive,

That which only our hearts can conceive.

PART VI

The journey took me through lands strange and dark,

Through deep waters of vile thoughts and sharks.

The path was full of hurdles and turnings sharp,

Full of distractions and lazy music of the harp.

Thoughts of failure did infiltrate,

In to my mind when I did contemplate.

Will I falter at the final step?

Will I ever cross the finishing tape?

Thought such as these one must discard,

And carry on with renewed hopes and best regards.

Sure of finding ultimate solace.

I trudged forward towards the destined place.

PART VII

Truth I did find serene and wonderful,

In the deepest corner of my heart true and beautiful.

Finally I stood strong and brave,

Having achieved what my heart did crave.

Beautiful truth shone before my eyes,

It broke all steel walls of misinterpretations and lies.

Having discovered that eternal establishment,

I finally crowned my great achievement.

PART VIII

My spiritual journey I did end,

In the process many wrongs I did mend.

The heavenly voice did finally sleep,

In my soul the heavenly light I did keep.