And who will greet the Light?

And who amongst you will fall prey to its absence?

And who will rise to greet the Open Doorway?

And who will falter and fall by the way?

And who will glow with the light of inner peace?

And who will stay back to experience fear and disease?

And who will shout and proclaim their own soul?

And who will fear and cling to what is familiar and old?

Who will greet a new dawn with joy and with love?

Who will stand by the wayside knowing neither death nor the Above?

The answer lies within your heart.

The answer must be, of you, a part.

If you can raise your hand and see

Only five fingers,

Then YOU have not changed to THEE.

If you can look down and see but the body,

Where will you find the place

For that which is not gaudy

Nor bright  nor dark nor dim.

It is that from which you have come from within.

It is that which seeks and sometimes finds you not.

It is that that whispers,

But often, you are out of earshot.

It is that which speaks golden words of Light

But how will you hear?

You are busy in a fight.

So who will go on

And dare to be alone?

And who would rather be just one,

One amongst all the stones?

Will you dare?

Will you care?

Will you share

With all?

Or will you be blind?

Will you be deaf?

Will you not answer our prayer?

This Poet has spoken in rhyme and in verse.

And his arms are extended to all, better or worse.

For there is just one 'you' and there is just one 'I'  

And when you look at the Universe

There is only ‘I’.