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Paragons

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 vulnerable so that –
We are bestowed a truth.
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