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In a world
full of turmoil and turbulence,
people seeking emancipation
flock around open-air preachers
or gather in crowded rooms,
where scholars, clutching their books,
quote scriptures, defend doctrines,
each claiming to know the Truth.
Among those seeking,
I too am present—
a seeker.
Such gatherings often
fill the air with noise,
leaving little space
for listening.
... ... ...
Not always, but sometimes,
a wandering stranger enters—
carrying no scriptures,
claiming no doctrine.
The stranger's very presence disturbs
the apparent certainty
of the gathering.
And when the stranger speaks,
the wanderer seems mystic.
The words sound strangely familiar,
as though articulating
long-forgotten thoughts
buried deep within
the recesses of my mind.
I wonder—
Is the wanderer
teaching something new,
or merely awakening
what I already knew?
... ... ...
Having left the assembly,
I begin paying attention
to my own whispers.
Could scriptures illuminate the path
without creating boundaries?
Could faith exist without the need
to defend it?
... ... ...
What if the wanderer
had not spoken at all?
Would such silence have articulated
and awakened my own thoughts?
Does understanding
come from another's words,
or does it begin when certainty
gives way to listening—
when the heart listens to
what the mind has been
too occupied to hear?
... ... ...
The wandering stranger
was the catalyst
who shook me
out of my deep slumber.
… … …
Indeed, Life does not
necessarily reveal
a different truth each time.
Perhaps, it unveils
yet another possibility
within what we thought
we already understood.
Illustration courtesy: rajGuru Notes |
