Seekers lament

Grace me with your presence in the stillness of meditation,

Where dwell the great souls, their wisdom our guiding light,

Through the labyrinthine paths of this worldly existence.

Many unfoldings, devoid of meaning, shifting tracks,

Where have you gone, Mahatmas and Paramapurushas?

Your wisdom, interpreted, reinterpreted, distorted, and dismantled,

Gives birth to new theories, while truth seekers falter.

The mystery looms large, amidst the shadow of misdeeds,

How then to discern truth and attain liberation?


For we know these souls transcend mere mortal bounds,

As death claims only the body and mind's confines,

They exist in the cosmic expanse, awaiting our communion in meditation's embrace.

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