Describes God and the divinity within. A path to "guide the traveller to his journey's end".Rhyme Scheme: Blank Verse
The path from you to God is not measured in inches,
But on a very subtle shift. A movement
In yoga (union), paved with equanimity
A certain cessation of the lower instincts
And a far-reaching sweep towards the divinity within.
For closer he is to you than your own heart.
The kernel hid under a sheath of bliss.
This path towards Him is not
Strewn with gold and jewels, but rather
With flowers and leaves
Laid on a bed of mud.
A mud so fertile as to yield
An entire forest of the most verdant green,
For it is here that the trees grow tall and vast,
Akin in majesty to its ancestors
Who grew at an earlier time
In places untouched by human hands.
The foliage parts to reveal
A path not hewn but natural
To guide the traveller to his journey's end.
How the world can be if Builders (Change Agents) were all given a chance to "reshape that stream of activity around us until the possibility of greatness is achieved".