The saint in the real world bides his time
Over reason, over rhyme.
Nice guys, wise guys,
This wise, that wise, otherwise, anywise:
Everybody stands to blame,
Stands to reason all the same.
Only the real one comes to know
The beauty of true freedom’s glow.
When it was time, then
Brahm took flesh.
When it was time,
Came Vishnu, Mahesh.
All the times, All come and gone,
Come to nothing, on and on.
Only the real one comes to be
Surely, lovely, majestic’ly,
In love with all infinity.
All is wonder, all is light,
Splendour in the dead of night.
All is come to a different way -
Grace and goodness come to play.
Holy, happy, true and right,
All the angels in our sight.
Truth is high, but if you will,
Living truth is higher still.