Comes the question, comes the Guide
– my heart was prisoner to commotion –
as cork in water, up it springs:
“What is devotion?”
I make a bow to show respect,
obeisance in my mind I try
– unfeigned my longing though, for peace.
This came as reply:
“The beautiful inspires love,
goodness draws us to its gleam.
Goodness, beauty, truth and love:
a robe without a seam.
Nothing here to do or think,
as current takes a willing boat,
no place here for false pretence,
no room to dote.
Hungry, lost, or in distress
and rescued by a hand unknown:
gratefulness is not an act,
it comes on its own.
Follow where your heart shall lead,
with all the naturalness of youth,
till heart and you are no more two:
fall in love with Truth!”
The oyster smiled, I glimpsed the pearl,
my heart was set at peace again:
devotion is what you become.
I became it then.