ROAD TO DAMASCUS

Some talk of wasted time
And promises of impossible dreams
But who judges the impossible
Or fathoms the depths of longing
Or quantifies the meaning of Love
And on whose scales are
These abstractions weighed ?

Am I to listen to a multitude of Religions
All of whom claim righteousness and to possess
The map for the route they presume I seek
And why is their wisdom greater than mine
Or their map better ?

Are we not all mortals prone to error
And susceptible to false beliefs
Propped up by Fakirs spiritualists Priests
Mediums false Messiahs and Magicians
All of whom believe THEIR Truth
To be THE Truth
So who ARE the Charlatans ?

There is no Truth other than your own Truth
And Dreams Should be allowed to float free
Like the wandering Albatross
Not be pinned down one by one
Like Butterflies in a cage.

Longing is nourishment for the Soul, not poison.
Failure to realise THIS is the source of all despair

This is My truth not yours..

But it is no less True