Is that the best fit?

Explore! Do not be forever, in 'There' ...

Better get out, match! That resonates!

Out there must be something of sort

Stirs the code and match the inner core!

Ample ways, means, tracks and sets

Atleast have courage to open up to address!

Take the call and search the call inner

The being within is ready to spot search!

Religion, beliefs, rituals! perfect in their place

Just a check! Is that the best fit? forever to be there?

Thank you...

- Morli Pandya 

December, 2017

Posed worst iniquities on equity's base, 
Reasoned ill actions just, sanctioned the scale 
Of the merchant ego's interest and desire. 
Thus was a balance kept, the world could live. 
A zealot fervour pushed their ruthless cults, 
All faith not theirs bled scourged as heresy; 
They questioned, captived, tortured, burned or smote 
And forced the soul to abandon right or die. 
Amid her clashing creeds and warring sects 
Religion sat upon a blood-stained throne. 
A hundred tyrannies oppressed and slew 
And founded unity upon fraud and force. 
Only what seemed was prized as real there:
The ideal was a cynic ridicule's butt; 
Hooted by the crowd, mocked by enlightened wits, 
Spiritual seeking wandered outcasted,— 
A dreamer's self-deceiving web of thought 
Or mad chimaera deemed or hypocrite's fake, 
Its passionate instinct trailed through minds obscure 
Lost in the circuits of the Ignorance. 
A lie was there the truth and truth a lie.

BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds 210

The breath a burden and all hope a scourge, 
The body a field of torment, a massed unease; 
Repose was a waiting between pang and pang.
This was the law of things none dreamed to change: 
A hard sombre heart, a harsh unsmiling mind 
Rejected happiness like a cloying sweet; 
Tranquillity was a tedium and ennui: 
Only by suffering life grew colourful; 
It needed the spice of pain, the salt of tears.
If one could cease to be, all would be well; 
Else only fierce sensations gave some zest:
A fury of jealousy burning the gnawed heart,
The sting of murderous spite and hate and lust,
The whisper that lures to the pit and treachery's stroke 
Threw vivid spots on the dull aching hours. 
To watch the drama of infelicity, 
The writhing of creatures under the harrow of doom 
And sorrow's tragic gaze into the night 
And horror and the hammering heart of fear 
Were the ingredients in Time's heavy cup 
That pleased and helped to enjoy its bitter taste. 
Of such fierce stuff was made up life's long hell: 
These were the threads of the dark spider's-web 
In which the soul was caught, quivering and rapt; 
This was religion, this was Nature's rule.

BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds 228

"Religion's real business is to prepare man's mind, life and bodily existence for the spiritual consciousness to take it up; it has to lead him to that point where the inner spiritual light begins fully to emerge. It is at this point that religion must learn to subordinate itself, not to insist on its outer characters, but give full scope to the inner spirit itself to develop its own truth and reality. In the meanwhile it has to take up as much of man's mentality, vitality, physicality as it can and give all his activities a turn towards the spiritual direction, the revelation of a spiritual meaning in them, the imprint of a spiritual refinement, the beginning of a spiritual character." SA

Flower Name: Wrightia tinctoria
Pala indigo plant

Significance: Religious Thoughts
Can only be utilised when it is freed from the influence of religions.