Before the temples turned to gold,
Before the creeds were bought and sold,
A simple teacher walked the land,
With wisdom flowing like the sand.
He spoke of kingdoms deep within,
Not built by might or marked by sin,
But found in hearts that dare to see
The truth that sets all spirits free.
“The sacred dwells in daily bread,
In kindness shown,” the teacher said.
“Not in the halls of marble white,
But in the sharing of your light.”
No hierarchy did he command,
No doctrine carved by human hand,
Just love that breaks through every wall,
And mercy rising when we fall.
They took his words of golden worth,
And bound them tight in rules of earth,
Built churches high with spires of stone,
While simple truth walked on, alone.
But still today, for those who hear,
The message rings both far and near:
“The kingdom’s not in wealth or might,
But in your heart’s own inner light.”
So let the institutions fade,
The power structures man has made,
And find again that simple way:
Love freely given, day by day.
Through centuries of changing times,
Beyond the bells and chanting chimes,
The truth remains as clear and free
As waves upon an endless sea:
“To find the sacred, look within,
Where wisdom’s light has always been.
No priest or emperor holds the key
To what your heart can help you see.”
So walk the path of simple grace,
Find truth in every human face,
For this was all he meant to say:
Love lights the golden inner way.
