Poems of Narad

The Truth-Light's Seed

22.11.2022

My prayer arises like an incense spire
For peace among the warring tribes of men
Our search for truth and love must never tire.
Shall we repeat our ignorance again

And mock the Light that is on earth to heal?
We cannot allow a stasis of the soul,
We must with consciousness divinely feel
The nearness of the fast approaching goal.

All narrowness of mind we must expel,
The small desires and enticing greed
The power lust of evil's enchanting spell
Replace at once with the Truth-Light's seed.