REDEEMING TRUTH by Daya Dhara Devi Dasi

We are all searching for our truth…

My personal journey has led me to many different religions and philosophies. What I have come to find is that no matter the particular idea, the soul, the essence that we all are, is the Truth. I believe that one of the main ways we get side tracked in this world is by trying to perfect the outer but doing little for the inner. So as I look at this body that God has given me, I just wonder where was I before it existed and where will I be after it dies? Will I be redeemed? Will I continue to just move forward searching or have I found all that I am looking for? What’s in store for me?

Redeeming Truth

by Daya Dhara Devi Dasi

It is just me as I look into my reflection.

A soul who has gone in between galaxies,

seeking my redemption.

But when am I truly redeemed?

The moment I say that prayer or

pretend to surrender?

Conditioning, getting dirty, and not understanding why.

But here I am as I stare back at a body that is not mine.

Let’s get this straight;

This is not me!

This is not you!

This is not us!

They have made us believe in everything we are not,

when can we wake up to their sly plot?

Shake up the system!

Tell them what matters!

“The Soul! The Soul! The Soul!”

Speak it loud and never be proud as we walk towards our true position.

A servant to all as this is our shared mission.

Daya Dhara Devi Dasi: I am a 26-year old aspiring spiritual activist. I have been living abroad for the last 3 years between S. America, India and now Mexico. I am currently a private English tutor in Mexico City. I am extremely passionate about women being able to create through the different circumstances life throws at them. Taking pain, happiness, etc. to write a poem, sing a song, love unconditionally through these actions. I have currently ventured in a beautiful project with spiritual women via the web called The Lost Girls. It is open to anyone, if you are interested! And here is my personal blog if you would like to see more of my work.

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~

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