One Source, Many Paths

From temples to mosques, from the mountains to the seas. Truth dances in

the silence, carried by the breeze. Names differ, forms differ but the source is the

same. Every seeker on the path is just calling your name. I walk with the

mystics, the poets, the dervish spin. Learning how the universe turns out

within. Time ain't linear, it loops like a ring. Every ending is

a lesson every beginning will bring. Chanting mantras, old, like the Vedas.

Truth in the Quran, light that invades us. Walking with prophets, saints,

sages, gurus. One path, many signs, all pointing back