Writers and artists come and go
Talking of love, peace and justice
The world carries on unmindfully
Lost in its own obsessive concerns
Hardly lending an ear to them at all
Except for those who visit now & then
Libraries and museums dotting the city
The book and the canvas carry on still
Speaking to a few across the centuries
Who can decipher their arcane meanings
To find themselves closer to the Truth
The world carries on unmindfully
Lost in its own obsessive concerns.
Know Thyself 