Who were these common folks ,
But Grassblades in Winterwinds
Masked in learned jokes ,
Never knowing what life is .
Why look down upon these children of misfortune ;
whatever may they wish to be.

Animal stock of apes,
are they derived ,and;
in darkness of primitive caves
formed are their minds
They are free from nothing ,
Masters ,diseases ,gold,deaths;
everything that binds
If Ye who know the Truth
be not forgiving to these sorry commoners of life
who else shall the chalice be passed onto and be rife?
Ye who hath seen multi-fold heavens and hells
and know the light of Karma and danger it bells.
Ye who has seen the spread of inter-Universe
And Known the "Çhittas'' that created this crave-curse.
Forgive them!
And let it be ; part with all this cynicism and child-fight .
Let the sorry bury the sorry while ye Bask in Supra-bright

Prophet's Path.

How Much Does love cost ?
And Hatred too.
When Soul Has rested in nest,
of eternal blue.
Why shall we must yearn;
of purest sea-shells;
on shores of washed up dirt;
of surest dreams .

A dandy of words and an ancient soul;
I am tormented in this earthly foul.
By Buffalo of Early East ;
By criminals ,Traders and communist Priests .
Yet There is holy in skies unseen,
in robes gone long before ;my lonely wings.
And there is light in darkness,
and salvation in suffering .
The Prophet's Path
his silent uttering.