The Many Paths to the Same Sky

We often hear it whispered:

Follow this ritual. Chant this name. Walk this path.

They say it is the only way to gather good karma,

to touch the divine.

But pause for a moment.

Did the divine ever draw these lines?

Did higher energies create temples, books, or castes?

Or was it we—humans—trying to map the uncharted?

Religion is a compass, yes,

but the horizon belongs to no one.

Every tradition is a lens,

but the sky needs no lens to exist.

A monk sits in silence.

A mother loves her child.

A runner feels the wind on his face.

A poet loses himself in words.

Who can say which one is closer to God?

The truth is simple:

everyone is right in their own way.

When we claim only our way is right,

we shrink the infinite into something small,

something less than divine.

Because the divine does not exclude.

It embraces.

It allows countless rivers to flow into the same ocean,

countless flowers to bloom under the same sun.

The moment we see this—

that every path, every silence, every song,

can be a doorway—

we are already standing in the presence of the sacred.

So walk your way.

Let others walk theirs.

And smile at the beauty of it all:

that in the end,

every step,

no matter how different,

is moving toward the same vastness