Out Turns In

Beyond the clutches of religion's clasp,
if one still has some sense of the 'divine',
to ponder views, at first beyond one's grasp,
lays down the beams that shape new spirit's shrine.
Alone, it is. No other's hand will raise
one's hopes or pay one's Karmic dues.
One's parlance with the planetary ways
determines if one's aims will crash or cruise.
First realize this: not hidden deep beyond
one's sense, does cruel God tease and tantalize.
Hapless prayers to gods who don't respond
are mute to He who lives behind Your eyes.
Clean Consciousness alone, brilliant and clear
is home to He, who's infinitely near.