In every mind, a stir goes on

In every mind, a stir goes on —
with drowning secrets deep within;
Why grieve at what a person claims?
Words often fail to keep within.

Here, each soul follows its own faith,
and every-one got, their own God;
Who’s claimed to stay in sacred books,
though seems residing deep within.

He is unnamed, unknown to all —
that none has ever understood;
Though He’s evident in works, He does -
with all his craft concealed within.

Ask not if tears of grief are rain,
or if they are a swelling sea;
Just know they rise and fall and flow —
there moves a current indeed within.

Between us truly nothing stands —
no bond that time could guard or keep;
Yet still some phantom lingers on,
some hazy shadow asleep within.

See—do not deem me sacred now,
nor place me on a higher steep;
I might look one way through the skin,
yet hold another deep within.

Men lift no hand for humankind,
though much they move for selfish reap;
Whatever they claim to do—they do,
it’s all for hungry greed within.