Treasure Island

Venkateswaran Krishnan Sreenivasan

(JULY 14,1935 / ERNAKULAM, KERALA, INDIA)

A temple and its deity


A temple with its deity
Lends beauty and gaiety
To a devotee with piety
At twenty, fifty or eighty

The mortal body is the sanctum clean
The deity within is the soul serene
It is the trustee’s duty prime
To keep the temple from slime or grime

He lights your path while it is dark
As you falter or stray, he cries hark
Your soul is your sole guiding star
That leads you through your journey afar

Before you think, act, meditate or pine
Keep your god ahead in your shrine
Vain are your efforts to boast and shine
In the immanent glory of god’s design

As offering to the god, what would suffice
Prayer, incantation or self sacrifice
He accepts little, the saints proclaim
But gratitude and devotion without any claim

God does not bestow heaven or hell
Where are these havens? None can tell
Our deed or misdeed creates illusion
Borne of ignorance and delusion

In man made temples for the god you search
More often than not, you are left in the lurch
Look for him with your own heart
Illumining your every body part

Submitted: Thursday, October 24, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013

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