Faith n the Fruit


Asked a student one day to his Guru,
“Master, I have a question for you”

Said the Guru, “Ask, and I shall tell,
For the well of life is as deep as you dwell”

The student asked, “Why do we worship idols of stone,
Why does logic sometimes leave faith alone?

Why do some worship the Sun, why some the moon,
Why do some build temples in the sea, others in sandy dunes?

Why do some light lamps, some light candles,
Why do some burn the dead in white, others bury in black cradles?”

To this the Guru said, “See a banana, and what have ye,
The peel is religion, the core is spirituality

Not many see the fruit, and instead fight over the skin,
And thus does mankind commit a deadly sin

Blinded by faith are they, for they do not realise,
That all skins have the same fruit inside”

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Benaifer said…
Awesome stuff!!!!!!
December 26, 2008 at 10:40 PM
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