In realms where ancient creeds collide,
Syncretism weaves its tapestry,
Where old and new walk side by side.
Beliefs once separate now reside
In harmony, a sacred spree,
In realms where ancient creeds collide.
Traditions blend, no longer tied
To rigid dogma’s tyranny,
Where old and new walk side by side.
Cultural boundaries subside,
As rituals merge in symphony,
In realms where ancient creeds collide.
Diverse philosophies abide,
United in diversity,
Where old and new walk side by side.
A spiritual mosaic, wide
And rich in its complexity,
In realms where ancient creeds collide,
Where old and new walk side by side.
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Bob Lynn / 30-Oct-2024
