Journey
A tiny, powerless, ignorant creature
Carrying the baggage of previous sins,
And filthy load of instincts,
Groping in darkness of Maya,
Unguided, unprotected, uncared;
Tied with the unbreakable rope of
Raag, dvesa, and moha,
Moving helplessly
In the vicious cycle of life and death,
Curbing under the pressure
Of akushala karma and samskara,
Yearning for bliss, enlightenment and liberation,
Yearning to unravel the mystery of the world
And the divine glory;