Song of Pilgrim

Wake up the note! The song that had its birth

Far off, where worldly taint could mar

IN mountain, glades, of forest deep

Whose calm so strong, no avarice doth stir

Strike of thy fetters! The bonds that binds thee down

of shining gold, or darker, baser ore

Love, hate, good, bad - all all dual throng

perish, though urges strong, when you leave the door

Let darkness go; the will-o'-the wisp that leads

with blinking light,to pile more gloom on gloom

The thirst for life, forever quench, it drags

leave them behind, and see the fire bloom

"Who sows must reap", they say, and cause must bring

The sure effect, good, good; bad,bad and none

Escape the law, but whoso wears a form

Must wear the chains, too true, till too late to shun

They know not truth, who dreams such vacant dreams

As Father, mother, children, wife and friend

The sexless self! Whose Father He,whose child

Alas! The cycle repeats, such has been the trend

There is but One - THe Free - The knower self

without a name, without a form or stain

In Him is Maya dreaming all this dream

Father, son, children, wife, all the same

Where seekest thou? That freedom, friend, this world

Nor that can give, in books and temples vain

Thy search, Thine only is the hand that holds

THe rope that drags thee on, this weighed out bane

Say "peace to all", From me no danger be

TO aught that lives, in those that dwell high

IN those that lowly creep, I am the self in all

THus cut thy bonds, be bold, without sigh​