THE JOURNEY - A Poem by Prem Rawat, circa 1995 |
Upon the highest
hill a shining light Giving comfort and joy with glorious might Illuminating paths for all who travel For those, mysteries unravel |
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Not well trodden paths these Few have felt the gentle breeze Lonely traveler who passes by Has seen magnificent clouds fly by |
A giant door blocks these ways |
Beware: No one alone may
pass this way |
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Some look for comfort but
feel it's far |
How would they know what
they would be missing |
The deep felt hunger can
be satisfied |
Those in transit feel gratitude |
This journey is beautiful
for all those
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--Prem Rawat, from an event in Frankfurt Germany (circa 1995)