Spiritual Tourist

Spiritual Tourist

 

Which path to follow?

Which is the truest?

Such is the dilemma

Of the spiritual tourist

 

Who walks among

Buddhists, Christians

Muslims,

Wanders

Past churches

And Mosques as well

He lies abed reading

The Gospels, the Surahs

And prays for a time

Lest he go straight to Hell

 

Such is the effect

Those books have upon him

The Quran and the Bible

Both fill him with fear

He turns to the Gita

And tries to renounce

But Can’t let go

Of the things he holds dear

 

He’d love to be a Buddhist

In a trancelike state

But he can’t be bothered to meditate

 

The Mahabharata was

A mountain to climb

The truth undiscovered

Left hidden in rhyme

The Book of the dead

He enjoyed the most

It was handy indeed

For a Facebook post

 

Of all the scriptures

Which one is the purest?

The eternal question

Of the spiritual tourist

Remains unanswered

Perhaps till death

And even then

As he takes a final breath

Will it still remain hidden?

Will he find no relief?

Will he die in atheist

Disbelief?