Chimerical echoes

The formless one  Takes up a form,  As Shiva or Sakthi, Vishnu or Lakshmi, A lifetime insufficient To behold the finesses of Krishna,  Or seek out the kindness of Kali  To realize this one god- As we are ignorant to realize-  Isn’t god a truth with many faces:  So why don’t we try to see- The divine light of the Prophet: Or try to experience – The endless mercy of Christ: And try to know the calmness of mind -  From the monks of Buddha: Why do we turn a blind eye to our Masters?  Who are “devotion” in human form, They explain to us - That sufi verses or carols or bhajans: All ask to bow down, Lay down v ulnerable so that – We are bestowed a truth.

Crusading a cause,  Inquiring a reason;  As she treads upon- On the path of the unknown:  She strikes up resentments,  Boils up vengeance, With followers none; But disbelievers crowding,  She faces the wrath, Of misguided religion:  Losing her life, She remains but a voice, The voice of the forgotten few,  Who echo with time- To bring light to vision. wiki/Hypatia