WHEN SUPERSTITION GIVES PROXY AND SPIRITUALITY GOES WANDERING BY THE RIVERSIDE

WHEN SUPERSTITION GIVES PROXY AND SPIRITUALITY GOES WANDERING BY THE RIVERSIDE 

Superstition gathers the vital force within man to disperse its seeds, good and bad. Ignorance has its cultural free-play as new bonds replace old ones. And the bondage of man continues. Names change, forms freshen but the old guard carries its baton through generations of willing servants only too eager to bear the burden. The Cross of Man gets borne, the Messiah in each one keeps on getting crucified as superstition breeds forth its foster child in every heart that feels not the pulse of love and joy, in every soul that seeks not the spring of eternal life. Light remains forever shrouded in delusion, love remains fractured and torn by bonds that but breed violence. The simple stream serene, the meadows golden green, they all remain where they have ever been but beyond the sight of man. The eye in open, free sunshine cares not to see what lies in front while the mind conjures distant dreams that deceive, delude, to despair lead. 🕉 

Written by Sugata Bose