Path to Salvation

How does one know,

If they walk the road to salvation?

You toil with pure intent,

Yet hearts around you harden.

You choose the peace of silence,

Yet your quiet breeds their taunt.

You sow your work in the world of gold,

But harvest only loss and ache.

Your kin wear masks of shame,

Your friends drift far ahead.

And all that lingers close —

Frustration, anger, despair.

But few, a sacred few,

Learn the alchemy divine —

To turn each wound, each blow,

Into Namasmaran, Love, and Faith.

Some awaken soon,

Some never stir at all.

Think of Prahlad, the child forsaken,

Tortured by his father’s rage.

Think of Meera, the royal soul,

Poisoned for her love of God.

Know this truth —

Earthly bonds are debts of the past,

Unpaid, unseen, yet binding still.

Till these karmic chains are cleared,

Joy remains a distant shore.

Yet some debts dissolve —

In the grace of a Sri Sadguru’s gaze.

Blessed are those who dwell

In the shelter of that Light.

As Narad guided Prahlad,

As Ravidas blessed Meera —

So must you seek your guide,

The One who parts illusion’s veil,

And leads you home —

To the Eternal Path.