Don't blame the demon
But blame the sermon
For the wrong doings
Hence it prunes mind's wings.

Be vast infinite sky,
Break orthodox chain on that you rely.
Fly like butterfly or bird,
Between mind and you there is no third.

You feel, feel Nature,
Need not any religious teacher.
Is God confined in book?
Then you really mistook.

Look at the enormous cosmos!
Is your God uncultured boss?
No no, feel a colorful artist,
So anomalous compared to as described by priest.