Mathematics counts, and physics weighs,
Chemistry maps atomic ways.
They chart the stars, dissect the brain —
But never touch the Inner Flame.
For truth, real truth, is not in parts —
It sings in silence, lives in hearts.
No formula can quite console…
What only heals through Science of the Soul.
The eyes may scan, the mind may race,
But only Love decodes the Grace.
And only Naam, so gently known,
Can lead the soul back to its Throne.
