THE JOURNEY
There is a time for crawling
There is a time for walking
There is a time for flying
And the time for releasing the inner God.
We journey from incoherence to lucidity
From selfishness to compassion
To touch the finger of God
Or to enter the sanctuary of the inner God.
To walk through the valleys of sorrow
To the sublime peaks of Enlightenment
Is the journey of all journeys.
You finally reach the land of peace
You walk lightly and breathe freely
You have left the spurious luggage behind.
There is some pain in the journey.
The butterfly is in pain too
While emerging from the larva.
Swallow the sweet tears
As you approach the sublime peaks.
The journey is beyond the tears
Beyond suffering, beyond self-pity
As you give yourself away
To the Light Immeasurable.
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