Oh what a fool I was
to plan the pilgrimage to Uruvela;
a dangerous road indeed,
through thick forests
full of ferocious spirits,
angulimals!

The true journey is
the journey within.
The physical Uruvela is
but a sham
if the spirit of Bodhisattva
hasn't arisen
in the pilgrim heart.

Let me thus
embark upon
the much tarried toil
to erect the temple of
the living lord
in this loving heart
and make it his instrument
to emancipate the emaciated lot.

Let us all ourselves
be the lamps of
the eternal gleam
and then alone would we
lay foundations of Uruvela
-the city of miracles and
divinity and faith and truth,
the city of light and dark,
of being and beyond,
-in every heart.





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