The Substance of Religion

By Anand Krishna

All praises of the mortals.
All praises of the angels.
Finally merge into one cosmic stream.

All our hearts.
All our souls.
Finally empty into the cosmic stream.

All our faiths.
All our beliefs.
Finally find expressions in the divine self.

All figures.
All forms.
Finally merge into the formless.

All moons.
All stars.
Finally shine with his stolen lights.

All reflections.
All shadows.
Finally merge into the divine source.

All lusts.
All passions.
Finally find expressions in the divine.

All the rains.
All the drops.
Finally merge into the silent sea.