Eternal Path- A Song Of One Truth Poem by Prabir Gayen

Eternal Path -- A Song of One Truth
(The Light within)
By Prabir Kumar Gayen

Rama walked no path to reach the Light,
He was the Light, the breath behind all songs,
The silence turning softly into voice,
The fire that dreamed the shape of form and name.
He moved like stillness wrapped in human grace,
The Word unborn, yet speaking through His smile.

And Krishna played the flute that none could hear
Unless their soul had cracked with love and loss.
He danced the joy that spins the stars and suns,
A boy, a god, a lover of all hearts,
The light that hides inside the play of things.

Buddha sat still beneath the tree of peace,
And watched the world dissolve into the Void.
No word, no fear, no thought remained in him,
Just sky inside, and sky outside, and sky.
He saw the wheel, he let it turn and go,
And Truth arose, a lotus in the dark.

And Jesus, heart of mercy, flame of love,
He bore the world's deep wound inside his soul.
He gave his breath to lift the blind to light,
His Cross became the bridge we walk toward stars,
His blood the song that sings of endless grace.

The Prophet knelt in darkness, all alone,
No image came, no voice but inner fire.
And through that cave, he found the Cave within,
And there he heard the Name that shakes all time.
He vanished in the Flame, and walked as Light.

Chaitanya danced as if the world was God,
He wept, he sang, he cried the Name of Love.
He lost his mind, his shape, his very self,
And found the Ocean flowing through the drop.
His tears became the path, his voice the shrine.

Ramakrishna, soft as morning wind,
Played with the gods like they were children too.
He laughed with Kali in her midnight form,
And let Her enter through his boundless love.
He showed the world how sweet the formless is.

And Vivekananda, fierce and vast of mind,
Rose like the sun inside a storm of thought.
His Master lit a fire behind his eyes,
And that bright fire became a thousand flames.
He walked with truth upon his lion heart.

Mira, the bride of God, dissolved in song.
She sang to Krishna with a fearless tongue,
She broke the cage of name and woman's role,
And salt returned to sea, and self to Soul.

Kabir, the weaver of the light and dark,
Said God is not above but deep within.
He wove one thread of silence and of flame,
And saw no temple but the heart's own cave.

Nanak drank in the sweetness of the One,
And lost himself in soundless sacred Light.
He dropped the ego like a dusty coat,
And walked as music through the doors of Time.

Gorakhnath sat beneath his breath and bone,
And woke the coiled fire within the spine.
He touched the stillness under every storm,
And found the way through stars and blood and stone.

Lao Tzu, who spoke with rivers and with trees,
Saw all things flow, and never tried to hold.
He lived the Tao—the path of letting go,
And rode the wind without a place to fall.

Heraclitus watched the fire turn to rain,
And rain to flame, and night to sudden day.
He found the Logos deep in change itself—
A unity that dances as it burns.

Mahavir walked with silence in his steps.
He left behind all want, all noise, all names.
The Self became a sky without a cloud,
And from that depth, he knew the peace of God.

Zarathustra, singing child of dawn,
He laughed with Truth and walked the path of fire.
He saw the Light in every step and stone,
And chose the way of right with eyes ablaze.

And all of them, though different in their ways,
Some danced with love, some sat in flame or thought,
Some served, some stilled the breath, some sang in caves,
They found the One that lives behind all forms.
The Truth is One, though many be the doors.

As rivers find the sea and lose their names,
As roots remain though branches bloom and fall,
As breath is felt though no one sees its shape,
So is the Formless held inside the Form.

From Tantra's pulse to Bhakti's golden tears,
From Jnana's fire to Karma's patient hands,
From Yoga's climb to silence of the Tao,
Each finds the Vast, the Bliss no death can touch.

O Soul, who seeks—dissolve, and you shall know:
The drop returns to sea, the form to Flame.
And when you reach, there's no more need to speak,
For Silence is the language of the Real.

And Love alone remains, and Light alone,
And One who sits forever in the soul.

@Prabir Kumar Gayen
17/05/2025 - 7: 35 AM