Humility; a poem

In a world of neon lights and digital whispers,
where we are free to roam, eyes glazed,
seeking, pursuing, our own crafted truths,
weaving, dreaming, each inside our own maze.

We walk with eyes fixed on our personal quests,
overlooking the imperishable truth that quietly persists,
the one truth that has stood the test of time,
the light of consciousness that forever exists.

Through ages past, in lands far and wide,
saints and seekers have found this sacred flame,
in temples, churches, and mosques, it resides,
a truth unbroken, despite cultures and names.

The grace of god cannot be bound by creed,
conveyed, not confined to a single text,
it is the heartbeat of the cosmos,
the life in the seed,
the love that unites, the force that connects.

When the mind loosens its grip, to listen
beyond the noise of the world’s transient call,
we may find unity, grace so bright it glistens,
a peace that transcends, encompassing all.

So while here on earth, we engage and explore,
its myriad paths, our personal lore,
know that, in the stillness of every soul’s night,
there lies the eternal, undivided light.