You learnt all the sanskrit verses by heart. You mastered the most complex of asanas and pranayamas, yamas and niyamas, mantras and yantras and tantras.
You perform all the ancient rituals flawlessly.
You worship the stones with milk and camphor, fire and flowers. The sacred thread of seven strands across your chest is your badge of privilege and wisdom.
Tell me...O revered priest...
Do you rest silent in the Heart?
Do you see the divinity in beggar and rich man equally?
Do you feel the Light pervading all things, the kernel of true wisdom in all faiths?
Can you look upon dog and pig and untouchable with love and compassion?
Can you be humble, one with the dust?
Can you truly see Brahman in all living forms?
Tell me, O Priest...have the ears in your heart heard His song?
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