Authenticity

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Illustration by Pradnya J

[/vc_column_text][vc_column_text]The girl who delivered milk

To the temple on the island

Was always late

Dependent as she was

On the whims of the boatman

[/vc_column_text][vc_column_text]The priest admonished her one day

Saying

Woman, Chanting the name of our lord

I cross the ocean of life

And you can’t cross this puny stream

On time

Chant the name of our lord

Henceforth

And cross the water

And you won’t be late

And she did[/vc_column_text][vc_row_inner equal_height=”yes” content_placement=”middle”][vc_column_inner width=”1/3″][vc_single_image image=”12765″ img_size=”large” alignment=”center”][/vc_column_inner][vc_column_inner width=”1/3″][vc_single_image image=”12762″ img_size=”large” alignment=”center”][/vc_column_inner][vc_column_inner width=”1/3″][vc_single_image image=”12764″ img_size=”large” alignment=”center”][/vc_column_inner][/vc_row_inner][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]She chanted the name of our lord

As instructed

And walked on water

And was never late again

One day

The priest saw her

Chanting the name of our lord

And walking away on the water

He couldn’t believe his eyes

He followed her

Chanting the name of our lord

And fell into the water

Let us leave him flailing there

And ponder this

What matters is

Not the power of the name of our lord

Nor the instructions of a guru

But the authenticity of the seeker[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][/vc_column][/vc_row]