Standing at the doorstep, thoughts flashing by,
A foot forward in the air, dilemmas confusing by.
A threshold to be crossed, millenniums seem to end by,
Strings of the past to be lost, attachments stick by.
For a step to the unknown, alone yet not alone, idea goes by,
Difficult it is to be, yet, shall not return, a vow on lips go by.
For my temple is ahead, the deity waiting, as the bells toll by,
Waiting I am for what, running, all thoughts vanish by.
Embrace my lord in my arms as my world comes rising by,
Gashing are all barriers, as in his fold, enliven I go by.
- Dr. Hira