In love deeply with their chains That their belief system ordains, Some people just refuse to agree To any offer of being set free, Claiming this is their god’s will Which they are bound to fulfill. In darkness their lives they spend, In misery seemingly with no end, Bearing a burden of fear and hate, That they’ve been told to cultivate, Believing this their god demands In obedience to his grim commands. Ah precious lives thus spent in vain, In spiritual slavery, self-cho

If this fact we come to realise, (It may come as a great surprise!) That within ourselves, too, You are, (And not just in some ‘Heaven’ far) How differently we might then view Ourselves, the world, and You, too!

From the book you say is God’s Word (A claim that I think is most absurd), I can take the good I might there find, And can then leave all the rest behind, For this I know and clearly understand: That it’s the work of mere human hand, And not God’s Speech, as you proclaim, And of oh most great, hallowed fame, So, a mix of ‘good’ and ‘bad’ it must be, That this is the case is very plain to me, And so, from it I may pick and choose, To accept it all, I just have to refuse!

I’ve no need for your tome, For within my own ‘home’: Deep inside my own mind, The guidance I need I can find.

Turn away from all other sounds To the Voice within that resounds.

We on Earth are guests mere, For a short while we are here, Moving ahead, passing through, As we journey back home with You.

Leaving all else for a while behind, In chanting Your Name what joy I find!

I wish I could see Your world, Your beauty therein unfurled, Those forms Your Face displays, On them in sheer joy to gaze. Grant, please, this my request, If this for me is for the best.

Holding me in Your embrace, Your world I can bravely face.

Ah the crimes in faith’s name done, Driven by tales that they have spun, Vast millions trapped in their snare, To question them, they don’t dare, Being told that for this they’ll face, Divine wrath and awful disgrace, In this world, and when they die, On meeting God high up in the sky, If they ask, or even simply doubt, What their stories are really about. Hate, even wars, of a deadly type, And crimes of almost every stripe, Fear and misery, also madness, rife, Almost every

Changing contexts to you I give, In each for a while you must live, It's there that you must be and do For that while what I will for you.

Over a period of some years, I had accumulated a fairly large personal library. I had spent much time, and also quite some money, in building this collection, which contained maybe a few thousand books. My general practice is that after I’m through with a book, I dispose of it if and when I can, by either selling it or gifting it. But despite having sold or gifted several books, I still had a huge number left in my collection, unread. Were I to read them all with care, it mig

"Search for Me not in a shrine or book, I’m inside yourself, just turn and look! Not far to find Me do you need to go, I’m closer than you think you know! Leave all creeds and forms far behind, And lo! Within yourself Me you’ll find!"

What do we need to achieve, Given that very soon we’ll leave? All we’ll carry is our life’s record, Nothing else can we take aboard!

When you have nothing to do, Do nothing a moment or two, Or more than that if it can be so, And non-doing’s great bliss know.

In You, with Your grace, Is for me the best place.

What need is there to fear When I know You’re ever near? Let me, then, be in good cheer!

Come, listen to the Inner Guide, It’s always true, it’s never lied. Do what to you It might tell, Rest assured that all is well.

Soon, it will be my turn To our Lord to return. Any greater joy can there be For the two of us, Him and me?