The Principle of Providing
Wisdom and Knowledge
One should hold but knowledge fit
For one’s strength of mind and sight;
Wisdom given out of measure, unfit,
Blinds instead of bringing light.
When the seeker’s heart is ready,
When the soul has grown in worth,
Only then the gift of knowledge
Should be offered to the eligible soul.
Else, unwisely shared, such Wisdom
Brings harm, and leads astray to doom;
There is an eternal, certain law,
Where Nature acts with rightful awe.
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Pure is she in thought and deed,
A shining lamp in every need;
Among all women, rare to find
The ideal wife in heart and mind.
She keeps her feet from paths astray,
From other men she turns away;
From sinful ways and worldly ties,
Her heart in spotless truth abides.
Within her home she brings delight,
A gentle voice, a guiding light;
Belov’d not by her spouse alone,
But cherished wheresoever known.
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From timeless depths, before all name,
A Truth divine through ages came.
No prophet’s birth, no mortal hand,
But Brahman’s will across the land.
From That arose the path of right,
The flame that feeds all lesser light;
All creeds that bloom in their own way,
Drink from Its light, and bless the day.
Though forms may change and voices part,
The root abides , one cosmic heart.
Sanatana, the eternal, primal Law,
In Thee all faiths their vision saw.
(Brahman = Supreme soul)
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Without the sorrow, without the strain,
All seek the crown the scriptures claim;
They crave the bliss of God’s pure light,
Yet flee the path of strain and holy right.
They dream of thrones where angels rise,
But fear the pain and fire that purifies;
God’s law, His work, His mystic ways
Lie veiled before their clouded gaze.
They want the fruit, avoid the thorn and seed,
And walk in shadows shaped by need;
But one who walks through night and flame
Finds grace revealed, beyond all name.
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All ask me, “Where have you learned?”
I reply, “From whatever I have seen
from there I have learned.”
Ram came and performed his duty;
Tell me without action, without duty,
how can my Dharma be truly earned?
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O wise one, still thy restless mind,
And hearken to this truth divine:
By Supreme Will, all worlds arise,
This cosmic play, His grand design.
As day gives way to silent night,
And night to dawn’s returning light,
So ages roll in ceaseless flow,
Each bears the deeds the Lord bestows.
In every life the lines are cast
Of joy, of grief, of birth, of past;
No mortal hand can twist or break
The law divine none may forsake.
What fate has writ shall surely be,
By none reversed, by none set free;
Then why lament, O noble heart,
For what was marked before life’s start?
Alone you came through nature’s gate,
Alone shall leave when ends your fate;
Friends and kin, companions dear,
Walk with you only while you’re here.
Therefore rise with steady soul,
Perform thy work, fulfill thy role;
Seek not reward, nor fruit, nor gain,
In God’s own joy dissolve thy pain.
Offer each act, each word, each breath
Unto the Lord who rules over death;
Thus tranquil, pure, and duty-bound,
Let peace within thy heart be found.
Surrender all to Love supreme,
Whose will sustains the cosmic dream;
And he who walks this path alone
Shall find the Lord, and be His own.
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These twin great lights lead the spirit through.
Forsake not their study, day or night,
Till Self is seen in the soul’s pure light.
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The Cosmic Drama.This life is but a wondrous play,
Its scenes arise, then fade away.
Man takes his role upon the stage,
Woman shines forth with grace and sage.
The stage is Earth, our Mother kind,
Where every soul its thread must bind.
From birth to death, through joy and strife,
Each moment scripts the tale of life.
The Director throned in timeless tide
He holds the play, He owns the ground,
His unseen hand spins all around.
Creation calls, the curtains rise,
Preservation flows through boundless skies.
Destruction casts the final tone,
Yet He abides, the One alone.
O actors all, take heed, beware:
Perform your roles with love and care.
For when the drama’s end draws near,
The Lord of Worlds remains, still here.
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He who sees the real Lord with his eye,
In truth and wisdom lifts himself high.
No stain of sin shall cling to those
Who seek His refuge, calm repose.
Beyond all rites, beyond all gain,
They dwell where eternity remain.
Eternal, pure, supremely bright,
The Lord abides in truth and light.
Embodiment of bliss and peace,
His love and presence never cease
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He made this universe, vast and bright,
Filled it with truth, with love and light.
He guards its course through time and flame,
Yet few remember His holy name.
By countless names His grace we call,
Yet fail to see, He dwells in all.
Within His home, we live and play,
And claim it ours, both night and day.
The forests fall, the rivers sigh,
The wounded earth forgets the sky.
The gifts He gave, we waste and mar,
Chasing shadows, near and far.
Not content with this sacred ground,
We seek new worlds that He has found.
We boast in skill, in art and lore,
And crown the ego evermore.
"We are the heroes!" thus we cry,
"There is no God on high!"
But when our pride begins to wane,
We fear the dark our hands have made.
Still He forgives, serene, supreme,
Watching folly like a dream.
O man, awake, His light is near,
The Forgotten Master still is here.
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In a land of many faiths and creeds,
Where gods were named for wants and needs,
A spoke to B with a boastful claim,
"My god's the greatest, the holiest name."
Then C to D, with voice held high,
"My god's above yours, reaching the sky."
Yet in the silence beyond their pride,
A gentle voice, the truth implied:
"I am the One, the All, the Whole,
Not bound by name, nor creed, nor role.
I live in hearts, in breath, in light,
Equal to all , beyond your sight."
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He who leaves his faith behind,
Is lost within a clouded mind.
And he who leads the soul astray,
Knows not the light, nor truth, nor way.
The lamps may differ, flame is one,
The rivers many, yet all they run
To meet the sea , and God is one.
The songs may change, the tongues may shift,
Yet all true praise through heaven drifts.
Those who divide by robe or rite,
Have yet to glimpse the inner light.
Religion’s not a badge or brand,
But how we live, and where we stand.
To love, to serve, to rise above
This is real faith, this is true love.
So judge not paths that others take,
For all are true who walk awake.
Let not blind minds our peace destroy
In truth and oneness, find your joy.
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When the mind is calm and still,
Bowed beneath the Spirit’s will,
When the heart in God abides,
Silent where pure peace resides
This the goal the yogas find
Peace in heart and stillness of mind.
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In lands of many creeds and prayers,
Each claims the truth beyond compares.
Each heart would crown its faith divine,
And dim the others’ sacred shine.
Thus pride of faith, though born of zeal,
Turns peace to strife, and love to steel.
When truth is seen in every wise face,
Then faith shall bloom in peace and grace.
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The soul is eternal, immortal, and bright,
Moving, divine, bathed in God’s light.
By his work and God’s will it comes to birth,
And wanders through bodies upon this earth.
Death touches only the body’s frame,
The soul remains, untouched by flame.
For being God’s essence, its nature is pure,
Beyond all decay , eternal, sure.
Created by God, the soul knows no fear,
No sorrow or death can ever draw near.
By surrender alone to the Lord of all,
The soul is freed from the mortal call.
He grants each soul its path and fate,
Retribution, freedom, and working state.
He rules the worlds from high to low,
Through birth, through life, through ebb and flow.
The One Supreme , the primal cause,
The source of all, beyond all laws.
Creator, Sustainer, Destroyer of whole,
He alone holds power to end the soul.
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When the heart is choked with sacred sound,
And love’s pure tears the eyes surround,
When sobs arise and melt the core
These show the soul is cleansed once more.
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If one worships God both night and day,
Yet knows not truth, nor the sacred way;
If one performs what God forbade,
Their prayers are lost, their vigils fade.
For worship blind, though pure in art,
Is empty still, devoid of heart.
This is the truth , eternal, deep
As sung by the devoted , their souls shall weep.
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Vision of the Lord
In His own abode, as one’s own form is seen,
The Lord appears in body’s sacred sheen.
In other realms, through subtle, mystic frame,
The soul beholds His ever-holy name.
In incarnations pure and radiant bright,
He comes to grace the mortal’s yearning sight.
And sometimes, in the gentle gleam of dream,
He shows Himself with evidence supreme.
These are the true authentic modes divine,
Confuse them not, nor others’ sight malign.
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Vision of the God.
In the God’s own home, as body’s sight,
The God is seen in inner light.
In other worlds, through subtle frame,
The soul beholds His mystic name.
In incarnations, pure and bright,
He comes to bless the mortal sight.
And sometimes, graced by dream’s soft gleam,
He leaves His proof within the dream.
These are the true authentic modes divine,
Confuse them not, nor others’ sight malign.
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The True Dharma & True teacher.
Where God’s own essence is unknown,
No Dharma stands, no truth is sown.
Where liberation’s truth is spurned,
No Dharma blooms, no soul is earned.
The teacher blind to Dharma’s way,
Leads hearts astray, in night and day.
His path, his words, untrue, unwise,
Devoid of truth, where darkness lies.
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The owner of this land is Earth.
All assets of Earth belong to Earth.
No one can take them away from Earth.
This is the reality; this is the truth.
No one can deny this true reality.
No one can call it an unreal identity.
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On this earth, none truly understands
Another’s grief, another’s pain.
Till he himself must bear the strain,
He mocks what others face in vain.
This is the tragedy of mortal birth
Blind hearts that wander through the earth.
Each one lost in joy and gain,
While chaos rules, and hopes wane.
To heal, to guide, to truly care
Are any such souls still there?
The noble few have disappeared,
Their silence haunts, chill in the air.
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With a hidden marksheet, yet an empty hand.
He laughs, he weeps, he strives, he tries,
He gathers friends, and makes foes, and sighs.
At death he leaves, no wealth to keep,
No golden crown, no treasure deep.
But his marksheet goes, both dark and bright,
A record kept of wrong and right.
Again he comes with empty hand,
To walk once more on shifting sand.
Again he writes through joy and strife,
The endless ledger of his life.
Thus round and round the journey flows,
He reaps the fruit of what he sows.
Till wisdom dawns with freeing light,
And ends the cycle in the night.
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Rulers make prizes for their men,
And hand them out again and again.
They take their pride in whom they raise,
And gild their words with hollow praise.
They count their profit, reckon cost,
They crown one “winner” , yet all is lost.
For prizes fade; they turn to dust,
And die with men, consumed by rust.
Seek not their gifts that soon depart
Choose God’s own prize, that fills the heart.
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In this wide and wondrous land,
Some recall what books command.
Some with ease their truths embrace,
Some their light to others trace.
All are good , their roles they play,
Guiding minds along the way.
But rare are they, the chosen few,
Who dream, create, and make things new.
They gift the world with noble art,
They light the torch, inspire the heart.
Heroes they, by Heaven blessed,
God’s own gifts among the rest.
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I am not the owner of the earth’s wide land,
Nor of the treasures held by nature’s hand.
I am only the owner of my own hard toil,
The sweat and effort from my honest soil.
So I become a donor when I donate my work,
My hard work and the fruits of my selfless work.
When I can donate the whole of my selfless work,
Then I may become a real and selfless donor
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The Love of God
God is all in all; He loves both great and small.
He loves the soul that walks within His light,
He loves the hearts that honor Him aright.
God loves those who love Him true and dear,
Who cherish His presence, always near.
God loves those who love Him sincere,
Who love and respect God’s near and dear.
He loves those who always obey His order,
He loves those who love all as a dear.
He loves those who respect and follow His way,
And His devotion and honor forever stay.
God cherishes hearts both pure and true,
Who honor Him, offering Him all they do.
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He bows to God both night and day,
With chanting lips in fervent pray;
Yet slays the living, knowing still
His worship bears no holy will.
The Lord by wrath is never won,
Compassion’s heart alone is one
That pleases Him, so shines the way,
Of true devotion, pure as day.
By mercy’s light the soul finds day.
Whose heart is filled with pity’s grace,
He truly stands before God’s face.
No pilgrimage, no gift, nor rite,
Can make the inner darkness bright;
If compassion dwells not in the heart,
All acts of worship fall apart.
The kind to all in life’s domain,
Is freed from bondage, freed from pain.
Whose heart with mercy ever glows,
In God’s own light that spirit glows.
No sin can touch, no grief can stay,
No doubt can cloud his inward ray;
For hearts that live in love’s command,
Find union with the Lord’s own hand.
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Where anger is crowned and cruelty adored,
And greed is seated on a gilded throne,
The lamps of Dharma flicker in sorrow,
No righteous wind protects such a home.
Where gentle hearts are mocked as weak,
And truth is bartered for fleeting pride,
The Divine withdraws Its silent grace,
For no humble, sacred light can reside.
But where compassion breathes in every act,
And humility softens even the stern,
Grace descends as the morning sun,
And blessings blossom at every turn.
Where women are honored as living temples,
Their dignity guarded with reverence deep,
The gods walk freely among mortals there,
Their footsteps blessing all lives they keep.
Where they are wounded in word or deed,
And their worth is cast away in scorn,
The heavens close their radiant doors
Even dawn hesitates to be born.
So let our homes be sanctuaries of respect,
Our hearts vast fields where kindness grows;
For in the fragrance of noble conduct,
The Divine forever lives and glows.
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(The Eternal Way)
Dwell ever in the holy place,
Eat vegetarian food with grace;
With every act of heart and mind,
Be offered to the Lord divine.
With faith and love the Lord adore,
With faith and love keep sacred lore;
Through selfless work and constant prayer,
Behold the Lord abiding there.
Perform thy duty, calm and free,
Let no desire imprison thee;
In truth remain, in virtue stand,
And hold His presence close at hand.
The hidden truth the sages show,
Can cleanse the heart and still all woe;
Who sees the Lord in all that lives,
Finds peace that His vision gives.
This is the path supremely blest,
The purest way, the holiest quest;
The secret light, the boundless balm
Bhāgavata Truth, eternal calm.
He dwells within all living hearts,
The source whence every life imparts;
His spark in every soul is found
By Him the worlds in light are bound.
Though twain, yet joined , as flame and sun,
In Him the soul and God are one.
Within His work the soul is caught,
By love uplifted, beauty–wrought.
Together still they onward move,
Eternal friends through perfect love;
Though like in essence, not the same
Their power and scope not equal frame.
For boundless is the Lord’s own might,
His joy, His wisdom, pure delight;
But finite is the soul’s domain
A drop drawn forth from boundless main.
The Lord knows all , Himself, the Whole,
The secret home of every soul;
While man, in ignorance confined,
Knows not the height of his own mind.
By veils of darkness chained and blind,
To mortal fate his sense resigned;
But God, the Pure, the Ever Free,
Is Truth and Bliss, Supreme, Eternity.
He is the Light no night can dim,
The Knower vast , all worlds are Him.
The Lord of all - Jagannātha , gleam,
The shoreless Refuge, Peace Supreme.
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Worship of Jagannath
Each day to worship Jagannath, a task both difficult and deep,
While other gods are swiftly found, their blessings easy to keep.
They grant their devotees bright realms, with riches, crown, and gold,
Yet prideful hearts forget the Lord, whose feet are steadfast, bold.
The humble souls who call His name, though poor and oft ignored,
Find bliss beyond all earthly gain, their hearts with love restored.
No crown, no jewels may they claim, no palace in their sight,
Yet hearts rejoice within His grace, immersed in holy light.
Before His sacred wooden form, adorned in hues divine,
Devotees bow with folded hands, their souls and hearts entwine.
The chimes of bells, the chants of love, the fragrance of incense rise,
As tears of joy flow silently, devotion fills their eyes.
In Jagannath’s radiant presence, love eternal streams,
For those who walk the path of faith, fulfilled are all their dreams.
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Devotional Poetic Rendering in English
(Rhythmic & Lyrical Cadence)
The Bond Between God and the Soul.
Within each heart a spark divine,
The soul with God forever twine.
From Him the stream of being flows,
To Him at last each current goes.
The jīva dwells in His creation vast,
Bound in love from first to last.
True companions through joy and strife,
Friends eternal in the game of life.
Yet deep the gulf that lies between
The mortal bound and the Lord unseen.
For God’s perfection knows no end,
His bliss, His might no thought can comprehend.
He knows Himself, and all that lives,
While man receives what vision gives.
The jiva, veiled in ignorance deep,
Through maya’s dream remains asleep.
But God is pure, all-light, all-free,
Eternal Self, the boundless Sea.
Ever awake, He rules the whole
Jagannath, the hearer of creation’s call.
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Life is Precious.
Life is precious, God’s golden gift,
A chance to heal, to love, to lift.
He grants us time, a sacred chance,
To learn, to grow, to live, to dance.
Understand it early, before it’s late,
For none can bargain with fleeting fate.
The world may tempt with glitter and gold,
But truth is wealth no vault can hold.
Do not run only for cash in kind,
For riches can blind the seeking mind.
They build tall walls, they buy false praise,
Yet cannot lengthen our numbered days.
Do not chase the Nobel Prize alone,
For crowns of the world are carved in stone.
Applause will fade, the lights grow dim,
And glory vanishes like a passing hymn.
What matters most is not the fame,
But the love you spread, the hearts you claim.
The smile you give, the hand you hold
The warmth of kindness is brighter than gold.
Life is a river that flows to the sea,
Where God awaits to see our legacy.
When body is dust and ashes rise,
The soul still bears its eternal prize.
So walk with truth, with courage live,
Take less for yourself, learn more to give.
For God has blessed this moment, this breath,
To sow seeds of love that outlast death.
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The Life That Comes Next.
Death is not the final call,
It is but change that comes to all.
The body rests, returns to earth,
The soul moves on to its rebirth.
It sheds the weight of mortal clay,
And walks in light, a subtler way.
It sees, it hears, it feels, it speaks,
Though earthly ears hear not its reach.
In that bright realm each soul will show,
Its true nature, and its inner glow.
By what it did, by how it strived,
It shapes the path of future lives.
We all know life before our death,
This is the truth of life past death.
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The Journey of the Body and Soul
The human body, a car without a guide,
Drifts on the roads of life, far and wide.
With no hand on the wheel, no map in sight,
It wanders and lost through day and night.
A teacher’s wisdom lights the way,
Good companions keep dark thoughts at bay.
With blessings of the Divine above,
The soul ascends on wings of love.
But neglect and folly, greed and spite,
lead the path toward shadowed night
The same vessel, same spark inside,
Can rise to bliss or fall with pride.
So choose the road with care and grace,
Let truth and dharma steer the pace.
A guided soul, a life nicely refined,
Leaves ignorance and fear behind.
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The Five Foes of Mind
Deep inside the human mind,
Five fierce foes we always find.
Lust , a fire that burns the way,
Turning night to restless day.
Anger , like a raging storm,
Breaks the heart and shatters norm.
Greed , a well that has no end,
It swallows gold, it swallows friend.
Attachment , chains the soul to earth,
Blinds us to our higher birth.
Ego , builds a lonely throne,
Fools us to think we stand alone.
But he who tames these foes inside,
Walks with truth, with peace as guide.
A mind set free from all their cries,
Beholds the Self where freedom lies.
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The Procession of Love
The procession is not to show our might,
Not to boast, nor prove who’s right.
Not to command, nor claim the land
But hearts we join, and hand in hand.
We walk together, side by side,
With love and faith our only guide.
The drums may sound, the conch-shell call,
Yet never pride, nor hatred’s thrall.
The banners rise, the flowers fall
A call to love, a call to all.
Each step a prayer, each song a flame,
That lights the soul and lifts the name.
No throne we seek, no crown we claim
But hearts to heal and souls to flame.
The street transforms to sacred way,
Where strangers meet, as friends they stay.
For power fades, and pride shall cease
But love shall reign, and bring us peace.
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Names and Surnames.
On this earth, where names are born,
A title given, love sworn or scorn,
A mark of place, a seal to bind
A legacy we leave behind.
Surnames rise like rugged peaks,
Voices of clans, the ancient speaks.
In lines and letters etched with pride,
The world decides, who stands, who hides.
Yet walls of stone these names become,
To guard, to block, to silence some.
These syllables, like swords and shields,
They carve out pain; they build, they yield.
Between the names, a chasm grows,
Of justice lost and honor owed.
For names can burn or mend the soul,
Or lock it in a bounded role.
So rise, unmarked by name or kin,
Beyond the walls that keep us in.
With spirit freed from bonds and claims,
We soar beyond the weight of names.
What’s left is pure, a soul set free,
Beyond the binds of blood to be.
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Where Wealth Turns to Dust.
In this dark age, strange souls take birth;
They crave to rule each corner of earth.
They cheat in silence, they cheat in light,
And carve quick shortcuts that seem so bright.
In this dark era, such dark souls rise;
They claim their place through cunning lies.
They chase high colleges, degrees in hand;
They hunger for money, the praise of man.
They dream of big chairs, of power and name;
They hire loud voices, the media for fame.
With heart and soul they chase the Noble prize,
Yet doom awaits beneath their disguise.
They know nothing of life beyond death,
Where God alone rules , the Lord of breath.
Where all earth’s wealth turns into dust,
And souls are weighed by truth and trust.
When the body breaks and breath is gone,
Their souls descend where light is none.
Too late they weep; too late they pray
Their hollow glory, in that hour, swept away.
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The Soul and the Sun
The supreme soul, an eternal sun,
Blazing high in heaven’s sky,
Unseen by clouds that gather nigh
Yet ever shines, both near and far,
The self divine, our guiding star.
A single ray begins its flight,
To warm the world, to lend its light.
But wrapped in clouds of fear and dream,
It drifts from truth, forgets its gleam.
So too the soul, by night beguiled,
Forgets its source, its home defiled.
But when illusion’s veils give way,
The soul recalls its path, its ray.
Thus dawns the quest through dark and strife,
Returning to the Source of life.
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Interpret not what thou know’st not true,
For fogged is the mirror of partial view.
Words unripe are seeds of blight,
Scattering harm in borrowed light.
He who utters what he ne’er knew,
Kindles a flame that burns him too.
The tale he spreads, though seeming wise,
Turns venom when it multiplies.
The hearer drinks, the sower bleeds,
The echo grows through thoughtless deeds.
Thus ignorance, when crowned as lore,
Becomes a plague forevermore.
Seek first the truth, its roots are deep,
Then sow the word that’s yours to keep.
For speech unearned, though sweet in sound,
Can fell the soul to barren ground.
The Poison of Half-Knowledge
(For modern readers)
Do not interpret what you do not truly know,
For clouded is the mirror seen from half a view.
Words unripe are seeds of blight,
Scattering harm in borrowed light.
He who speaks of what he’s never learned,
Kindles flames that burn himself as well.
The tale he spreads, though seeming wise,
Turns venom as it multiplies.
The listener drinks, the sower bleeds,
Echoes rise through thoughtless deeds.
Thus ignorance, when crowned as lore,
Becomes a plague forevermore.
Seek first the truth, its roots run deep,
Then share the word that’s yours to keep.
For speech unearned, though sweet in sound,
Can fell the soul and leave barren ground.
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Where is Heaven, Where is Hell.
Where is heaven, where is hell?
The scriptures say it lies far away.
Yet heaven and hell are within the man,
Here in this world, not far away.
A heart that heals, that learns to forgive,
Creates the heaven in which we live.
A tranquil mind, both true and kind,
Opens the joy that souls may find.
But envy, anger, pride, and greed,
Are the shadows where we feed.
No fiery pit, no distant throne
Hell is the absence of love at home.
So search not far in realms unseen,
The gates of fate lie where you’ve been.
For heaven and hell are with us each day,
Dwelling within, not far away.
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Two Eyes of the World.
Everyone bows to the mighty king,
But few will listen to what beggars sing.
The rich are honored, praised, adored
The poor are shunned, ignored, deplored.
The world looks on with a double gaze:
One clear with gold, the other, a haze.
One sees the crown, the robes, the rings
The other sees rags and misses all things.
But truth and worth aren't weighed in gold,
Nor in the stories the wealthy have told.
Respect the soul, not wealth or name
For rich or poor, each heart is the same.
True Well-Wisher.
A friend who cheers both right and wrong
May sing your praise, but not for long.
For flattery hides the truth from sight,
And leads you far from what is right.
But one who dares to speak what's true
Will stand by you, and correct you too.
Their words may sting, yet shine like gold:
A loyal heart, both firm and bold.
So seek not crowds that chant and cheer,
But one who sees both far and near
Your strengths and flaws, the whole of you,
And walks beside you, firm and true.
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The True Essence of Language
Language is but bridge, not throne,
No tongue surpasses, stands alone.
Boast not of words, nor skill in art,
But forge new dreams to lift the heart.
Speech, the tool for deeds that shine
For truth, for peace, for humankind.
Not pride that makes the spirit great,
But selfless acts that elevate.
Create with love for all to see,
Invent, uplift, illuminate, set free.
Let language serve, a sacred flame,
Uniting all in truth, mercy, and name.
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The Way of Liberation
Not for the gaze of men are rules decreed,
Nor for the world’s approval do we heed.
Each injunction, each sacred rite we bear,
Springs from the heart, pure, free, aware.
Do’s and don’ts, not chains but guiding lights,
To free the soul from grasping, clinging plights.
Desire restrained, attachment gently loosed,
The mind grows calm, serene, and truth-reduced.
Rituals, morals, every gentle law,
Reflect the Self, the Spirit we foresaw.
Through deeds of care, through acts of pure intent,
The soul aligns where heaven’s light is sent.
The heart transparent, like a mirror’s face,
Reflects the Divine in every place.
No outer fear, no worldly aim in sight,
Only liberation, bathed in sacred light.
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Even iron floats through contact’s stain,
So too, by sinners’ touch, comes sin and pain.
With saints, righteousness lights the way;
With sinners, unrighteousness holds its sway.
With sages, wisdom and devotion’s lamp is lit;
With cruel and fools, dark clouds of ignorance sit.
These truths, by life’s own test and trial known
Remember them again and again, and grief is flown.
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If one does err, yet knows it not,
Or sins defending virtue’s lot,
Such faults the Gods scarce will blame,
For dharma’s shield upholds their name.
But he who sins with knowing mind,
And treads that path by will confined,
Finds sinner’s kin and kindred bent,
And reaps the fruits of conscious intent.
For justice waits, divine, austere
To cleanse the soul that would not hear;
The law of action, firm and sure,
Restores the truth and makes hearts pure.
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The Five Nightborn Sins
(The Five Great Sins)
In lands where Dharma lights the way,
Where virtue guards each passing day,
Five shadows rise from human heart,
That tear all goodness clean apart.
I
Theft, the craft of stealing learned,
A flame where conscience soon is burned;
Be god, demon, or mortal born,
Such souls reap hell and endless scorn.
II
Deception dark, with cunning art,
A dagger hid in smiling heart;
Of all the sins that mortals know,
This merits harshest, cruelest blow.
III
Violence, cruelty, the thirst to kill,
A blood-stained path that leads to ill;
For killers walk destruction’s road,
Their deeds increase all sinful load.
IV
He who stains another’s home,
Stealing daughters not his own;
Such lust deserves the iron chain,
For it brings kingdoms grief and pain.
V
And those who harm the gentle beasts,
Who tear from nature for their feasts;
No greater shame in man is found,
For earth condemns them from the ground.
These five are sins of darkest night,
Where even stars refuse their light;
He who commits them falls from grace,
And stains all those who share his place.
So guard the mind, let wisdom shine,
Walk on the sacred path divine;
For he who stands in virtue’s fire
Rises ever, peace-keeper, climbing higher.
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The King Who Forgot His Friends.
In days of dust, where merchants dwell,
A boy named Sam was raised quite well.
With heart devout and soul made bright,
He walked with God, embraced the light.
Beside him stood, through thick and thin,
A friend, a king, both wise and kin.
His words were fire, his heart was gold,
He urged young Sam to be strong and bold.
Together they would pray and grow,
In truth and grace, their spirits flow.
But fate would lift Sam high one day,
And crown his head with kingly sway.
The Lord had saved him once from death,
Restored his strength, renewed his breath.
Yet with the throne came pride and fame,
And slowly burned his inner flame.
He cast aside the friend once dear,
Forgot the bond, ignored the seer.
He joined with those who sought to harm
The friend who kept his soul from harm.
He mocked the just, he praised the vile,
He walked in sin with hardened smile.
The gold, the power, dimmed his sight
He lost his way, forsook the light.
But justice came, as justice must,
And crushed his throne into the dust.
Stripped of crown, alone and bare,
He cried to God in deep despair.
“My Lord, my Lord, I’ve strayed so far!
I’ve shunned Your truth, chased every star.
I hurt the friend You gave to me
Now blind, I beg: Oh, let me see!”
And then, from heav'n, the voice so kind:
“Your fall was born of prideful mind.
Yet mercy waits where tears are true
I still have room in My heart for you.”
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The Fall of Trad.
In the dark age’s shadowed years,
Was born stout Trad, with scarce a tear.
Of merchant caste, with wealth and pride,
His past-life prayers were not denied.
He begged the Lord: “Make me a king,
A lord of men, with power’s wing.”
The Lord had smiled and gave His nod,
But warned, “Remember Me, O child of God.”
Yet when the crown adorned his head,
All memory of God had fled.
With friends he mocked the saintly few,
And spurned the path he once had knew.
Then rose the Lord, both just and kind,
To wake this wayward, erring mind.
He stirred the sea, He shook the land,
And loosed the sword from warlike hand.
Trad fought with heart, with soul, with breath,
To guard his wealth from war and death.
But all he loved was swept away,
His fleeting glory turned to clay.
Humbled low, with tears he prayed,
For grace he once in youth had made.
And in that dark and stormy night,
His soul at last regained the Light.
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Silence in unrighteousness.
Silence in unrighteousness is a sin,
It feeds the strength of those within.
The quiet witness, too, takes part in sin,
Both share the guilt in their soul & shine.
This truth endures through time and space,
This is the Eternal law none can erase.
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The Law Beyond the Law.
The Creator molds the cosmic clay,
The Preserver guards by night and day;
The Protector shields through dark and light,
And sets the wayward world aright.
When Dharma totters, weak and worn,
They rend its veil to have it reborn;
For Law itself, by Truth sustained,
Is mended best when Law is strained.
Thus stands the triad, wise and free
Bound not by rule, but harmony;
For even God must sometimes break,
That purer order may awake.
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Guide us through both dark and bright.
Nature’s secrets, woven tight,
Lead us on to paths of light.
The Rigveda sings of creation’s birth,
In harmony with nature, life’s unity shines,
True prosperity in each line defines.
“May all be happy,” the message so vast,
In Vedic hymns, the world’s soul is cast.
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The Veda is the Sound‑Brahman clear, A mystic depth where truths appear.
None but the Lord that secret knows,
From whom all sacred echo flows.
Its wisdom vast, its rituals grand,
Fulfil one aim, divinely planned
To lead the soul, through thought and strife,
To oneness with the Source of life.
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The Indwelling Deity shapes our body,
Establishes mind, intellect, and the soul.
From Godhead, creation’s rhythms spring, Through Him all beings move and sing;
When worlds dissolve in twilight deep,
In Him they rest, in timeless sleep.
O mind, be still, let tempests cease,
Seek not the shore, but dwell in peace.
Know Him within, thy secret guide,
Whose gaze redeems, whose grace abides.
Meditate through silence clear,
On Him who dwells both far and near;
Presiding Power, Indwelling Light
One Lord unseen, yet ever bright.
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Godhead – Supreme Soul, the ultimate source of all existence.
Presiding Deity (उपास्यदेवता / Upasya Devata) – The divine power that presides over a specific aspect of creation.
Indwelling Divine Power / Tutelary Deity (अधिष्ठातृदेवता / Adhiṣṭhatṛ Devata) – The conscious divine presence that creates, sustains, and governs all earthly beings. ★
The False Servants.
They call themselves the servants true,
Yet dream of thrones and power too.
No toil they know, no service done,
Yet rule they seek beneath the sun.
The public’s gold they slyly take,
And weave their lies for virtue’s sake.
With honeyed words they play their part,
But greed still rules their cunning heart.
O people, wake! Your eyes unclose
See where your stream of labour goes.
A servant’s crown is not for show,
True service makes the spirit glow.
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The Forgotten Throne.
He rose from dust, a common man,
By fate’s own hand, through time’s own plan.
With crown of gold and robe so wide,
He sat on thrones with bloated pride.
He once had knelt with folded hands,
Now gives commands across all lands.
The voice that once had praised the skies,
Now claims, "I am the truth and wise."
He forgets the One who raised his name,
Who gave him strength, who lit his flame.
He calls himself the lord of men,
Forgets from whence he came , and when.
He sees the people as his own,
Their lives, their dreams , his flesh, his bone.
The land, the gold, the stars, the sea
“It all belongs to only me!”
But Time, the judge, unseen yet near,
Whispers truths he does not hear.
For crowns may shine, but rot within,
And pride shall fall where once had been.
The God he scorned, with silent gaze,
Awaits no praise, demands no praise.
Yet when the mighty fall from grace,
They seek again His lost embrace.
O King! Remember while you reign,
Your breath is not your own domain.
A higher power gave you role
Not for your pride, but for your soul.
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Kali Yuga:
Man, Woman, Society, and the Ruler.
Man
Man, once noble, now wanders blind,
Chasing gold, abandoning mind.
Hands still toil, but the heart lies cold,
Truth is bartered, and conscience sold.
Woman
Woman, the moon of hearth and hall,
Bears silent wounds, endures it all.
Her grace weighed down, her spirit chained,
Her worth in glitter’s lie constrained.
Society
Society staggers, a flickering flame,
Lost in the whirl of power and fame.
Justice sleeps, while mercy weeps,
Falsehood sows, and discord reaps.
Ruler
Rulers arise with hollow cheer,
Their words deceive, their hearts unclear.
They feast on wealth the poor have earned,
Yet cry, “We serve!”, as power is turned.
Hope
Yet in the dark, a star shall gleam,
To rouse mankind from nightmare’s dream.
When hearts return to dharma’s way,
The night shall yield to dawn of day.
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I saw a time, both dark and cold,
Where hearts grew hard, and love grew old.
No trace of grace, no brother’s hand
Just lonely souls across the land.
No friends remained, just faces grim,
Colleagues with eyes so dull and dim.
The mothers wept, or worse, they slew
Their sons and daughters whom they knew.
The kings turned cruel, their hearts like stone;
They crushed the people from their thrones.
Corrupt with lies, they ruled with hate,
And sealed the gentle poor man’s fate.
The jails held those who’d done no crime,
While villains laughed and sipped their wine.
The laws were traps, a cunning snare,
To fool the people, unaware.
Now cruelty walks with lifted head,
While kindness hides itself in dread.
No soul believes in God above,
No reverence, no sacred love.
They mock the ones who fold their hands,
Who speak of hope in shattered lands.
A darker time I’ve never known
Where man has turned his heart to stone.
But as I mourned this world’s deep loss,
A light broke through the grief and dross:
For God had come to walk the earth,
To heal its wounds and spark rebirth.
He moves unseen through pain and lies,
With truth and justice in His eyes.
And where He walks, the night shall fade
A brighter world will soon be made.
I saw an age, both grim and cold,
Where hearts grew hard, and greed took hold.
Men sought but power, pride, and gain
To rule, enjoy, and others chain.
No hand reached out to heal or raise,
No soul was stirred by truth or praise.
Their minds were closed, their hearts were dry
They lived, yet never questioned why.
And women, too, with hardened aim,
Chased fleeting joy and worldly fame.
No care for love, no grace to give
In hollow pride they chose to live.
The kings, in fear, clung to their thrones,
By crooked means, preserved their zones.
With lies and force, they ruled the land,
With justice crushed beneath their hand.
Their ministers, with clever art,
Spoke crafted lies to win the heart.
They shaped the truth to please the crowd,
And wrapped deceit in voices loud.
And Dharma, once the guiding flame,
Lay buried deep in dust and shame.
No temple rang with prayers or song,
For faith was weak, and minds were wrong.
The gods were scorned, their names forgot,
As man bowed down to his own thought.
A world adrift in pride and sin
Dark outwardly, more dark within.
Yet even night must yield to light,
And wrong can never conquer right.
For deep beneath the ash and pain,
The seeds of truth still hope to reign.
O Light Divine, unseen, yet near,
Awake our hearts, dispel our fear.
Let truth arise, let darkness cease,
And fill this world with love and peace.
Restore the flame that once did guide,
Let Dharma once again abide.
Where pride has ruled, let wisdom reign,
And cleanse the earth of hate and stain.
O Lord of Time, O Truth’s pure breath,
Revive this world from living death.
From ashes cold, let virtues grow
Bring back the light we used to know.
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We cry for the dawn of Satya Yuga bright,
Where justice shall reign, where Truth is light.
We dream of an age where love shall bloom,
Where peace shall reign, dispelling gloom.
Yet when Truth gently knocks our door,
We turn aside, and seek no more.
We weave our lies, we guard our pride,
Then ask why God won’t walk beside.
We crave the fruit, yet shun the seed,
We pray for good, yet feed our greed.
How shall Satya Yuga ever stay,
When we ourselves push Truth away?
The age we seek must first begin,
Where heart is pure and free from sin.
Embrace the Truth, let light be spread
Then Satya Yuga shall reign, and falsehood be dead.
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A Hymn Inviting the Age of Truth
1
Truth is the foundation of the entire universe;
Dharma is the source of all true happiness.
When truth fades from sight, sorrow swiftly spreads across the world.
2
When violence becomes the voice of the day,
And greed ascends the throne of power,
When illusion clouds the hearts of all
Then surely, the age of Kali has arrived.
3
When the ignorant begin to worship unrighteousness as righteousness,
And ego obscures the light of wisdom
Then the fall of society is certain.
4
Dharma protects the one who lives by it
Not by mere reading or preaching of scriptures,
But by embodying it in one’s daily life
Such a soul becomes a bringer of Satya Yuga.
5
Let Hari’s sacred name echo in every village,
Let peace blossom in every home.
Where actions flow from selflessness,
There, the spirit of Satya Yuga shines forth.
6
Where caste does not divide,
Where religions do not conflict,
Where no walls separate humans
And the whole world is one family
There alone does Satya Yuga truly dwell.
7
Where corruption has no seat in governance,
Where commerce is free of deceit,
Where the ruler speaks only truth
There Dharma radiates in regal splendor.
8
The farmer who nourishes the land,
The teacher devoted to their students
They are the true sanctified ones in society.
One who stands firm in Dharma is never ordinary.
9
Let the lamp of Dharma be reignited.
Let the inner conscience of all be awakened.
Let every mind be bathed in light
May the Age of Truth return once more.
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The Influence of Flatterers
(The ruinous power of flattery).
Where household flatterers whisper, homes fall to dust;
Where flatterers crown a king, a kingdom turns to rust;
Where even Brahmā’s flatterers speak, the cosmos rends apart
Such is the truth, such is the grim, such is the bitter art.
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Jagannātha , Janardana, grace forever giving. In the age of Kali dark, They choose to appear,
Cleansing faults of mortal hearts, driving out all fear.
When the shades of Kali fade and swiftly pass away,
Dharma wakes for humankind , truth returns to stay.
By Lord Jagannatha’s grace, a new age shall arise
Truth’s light shall flood the world, shining through the skies.
Let this world be filled with love , peace for every soul;
May all beings live as one, harmony the goal.
By Jagannatha’s mercy vast, through His holy might,
Dharma shall forever rise , pure in Truth’s own light.
Glory to Lord Jagannatha , Redeemer of the Age of Darkness;
May His grace awaken light in every heart, dispelling Darkness.
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The Ruler of Kali Yuga
Upon the throne of shifting sands,
He sits with gold in grasping hands.
His crown is forged of greed and lies,
His court beneath the shadowed skies.
He rules through noise, through endless feud,
Where truth is mocked, and hearts are crude.
The wise are scorned, the fools adored,
The just are chained, the false restored.
His ministers are Pride and Wrath,
His soldiers march a blood-stained path.
He whispers soft in every ear
“Take what you want, for none will hear.”
But know, O soul, his reign is brief,
A fleeting storm of pain and grief.
For when the hearts of men awake,
His crown of night the dawn will break.
And from the dust where shadows trod,
Will rise the rule of Dharma’s God.
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Beyond Pride and Division.
(The Song of Unity)
In every land where mortals dwell,
Did pride and vain contention swell.
Each claimed his race, his creed, his name,
His soil, his hue, his noblest fame.
“My faith is pure,” one loud would cry,
“My blood the fairest ’neath the sky.”
Another swore, with haughty air,
“No realm nor tongue with mine compare.”
Thus strife arose, their feud inflamed,
Till peace lay silent, pride untamed.
They sought a judge of noble mind,
For truth, for rule, for right to find.
The judge, in wisdom calm and grave,
This counsel to the quarrel gave:
“Go seek the saint, whose spirit sees
The hand of God in rocks and trees.”
They came, they spoke their clamorous plea
Of race, of realm, of land, of sea.
The saint but smiled, serene and mild,
And spoke as to a wayward child:
“O blinded hearts by folly crossed,
Know ye the truth so long was lost?
One God hath shaped both clay and breath,
One hand doth guide your life and death.
No caste, no creed, no hue, no land
Divides the work of His great hand.
Ye all are one, through Him above
One life, one light, one law of love.”
Then hushed were tongues, their wrath was stilled,
With awe their wayward hearts were filled.
And all beheld, in vision clear,
One God, one world, one Father dear.
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The Mark of Greatness
A man grows great through noble deeds,
In every act, his worth proceeds.
When divine actions light his way,
He treads the path where gods hold sway.
The impossible bows to his hand,
By will and power, hearts understand.
He shapes what none have dared believe,
Becomes the Lord, the truth achieves.
This timeless truth through ages shines,
In every heart, through sages’ minds.
Greatness and godhood, unfurled,
The constant essence of the world.
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The Mark of the God and Great
A man through noble deeds ascends,
In every act, his spirit blends.
By courage strong and fearless heart,
He rises where the gods take part.
Those who shrink in doubt and fear,
Walk shadowed paths, their light unclear.
But he whose deeds are pure and bright,
Shines forth like sun, a holy light.
He dares what none before have tried,
The impossible bows, the truths abide.
With steadfast will and mind untamed,
He shapes the real where dreams once aimed.
In him the Lord’s own image gleams,
Reflected through his noble dreams.
This law eternal, ever known,
Through ages past and hearts it’s sown.
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The Soul and the Sun
O Eternal Soul, O deathless Sun,
Unsetting, undying, forever One.
Though clouds of dream Thy face may hide,
Thy light remains, Thy rays abide.
O Self divine, O radiant star,
Thou shinest always, near or far.
From Thee descends a single ray,
To guard the path, to bless the way.
Yet veiled in night, by fear confined,
It strays from Truth, forgets its kind.
O Flame of flames, O Light supreme,
Awake the soul from fleeting dream.
O Soul of souls, though lost to sight,
It finds Thee still when dawns the Light.
Illusion falls, the heart is freed,
To know its Source, its primal seed.
Through grief and storm, through death and pain,
It turns to Thee, its home again.
O Fount of Life, O shining One,
In Thee the soul and Self are one.
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O souls, do you not know,
Children of the Supreme you grow?
Sons and daughters of the Eternal One,
Sent to shine like the radiant sun.
A sacred work He placed in your hand,
To spread His love across the land.
Yet lost in dreams of “mine” and “thine,”
You stray apart from the Light divine.
Forgotten the Father, source of light,
Forgotten the Mother, pure and bright,
Forgotten your sisters, brothers too
Though every soul is one with you.
Awake, arise, O hearts, be wise!
Behold your truth with open eyes.
Your Father calls, His voice is near,
His love eternal, strong, and clear.
One is the family, vast and true,
One is the Spirit shining through.
When hearts remember the Source above,
The world is healed by perfect love.
★
When law and order lose their way,
The hearts of men begin decay;
They clutch at justice, hand to hand,
Till chaos sweeps across the land.
Both they who spurn the righteous code,
And they who seize the lawful road,
Are bound alike in error’s chain
For both defy the law’s domain.
He who, through failure, casts his blame,
Is guilty-yet of lesser shame;
But greater still the rulers stand,
Who let fall justice from their hand.
And he who wields his power’s might
To curse, not guard, the path of right
That soul, in darkness ever banned,
Destroys the very righteous stand.
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It is better to have no father at all,
Than a father whose heart is cruel and small.
Better a stepmother, gentle and true,
Than none to cherish or care for you.
Both truths are right, yet neither the same
Each finds its worth by time and name.
For all the world, in thought or deed,
Is judged by place, and time, and need.
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"Where Religion Breathes"
Religion breathes where love is sown,
Where mercy walks, the divine is known.
When cruelty enters through the holy gate,
Religion mourns, its purity and sanctity laid to waste.
When compassion wanes, the hymns grow cold,
A faith once pure grows harsh and cold.
No prayer can bloom where hatred dwells,
No truth resounds through bloodied bells.
When brutality wears the mask of name,
Its purity and sanctity dissolve in shame.
Religion breathes where love is sown,
Where mercy walks, the divine is known.
But when the heart forgets the kind,
Pure faith and sanctity are left behind.
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Thy son is a guest, thy daughter the same,
Each soul that enters bears God’s name.
None come by chance, O Lord of Light,
They walk Thy path, in grace and sight.
Each guest who knocks at thy humble door,
Is messenger sent from God’s own shore.
Apart from thee, all beings are blest,
Divine reflections , holy guests.
O serve them all with love and care,
See God Himself abiding there.
He dwells in all, both great and small
To serve His guests is to serve Him all.
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The wise from flesh-born meals abstain,
For life is holy , none to slain.
Unclean the food, impure the breath,
Such nurture leads the soul to death.
Before each bite, with heart made pure,
Offer to God , your faith secure.
Dharma shines through every holy grain’s grace.
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When shadows fall upon the path of truth,
And Dharma trembles in the winds of time,
The Supreme descends in radiant grace,
To pierce the gloom with footsteps prime.
Age after age, He takes His birth,
Clothed in compassion, veiled in art divine;
And as His glory illumines the earth,
False lights awaken, yet fail to shine.
Many the forms that echo His splendor,
Reflections arise when the True One appears;
But like mist before the morning sun,
They fade before His vision clear.
His cosmic plays defy all measure—
Wondrous, profound, deeper than the sea;
Even sages, lost in timeless prayer,
Can scarcely touch His mystery.
Gods stand silent, demons bow low,
Humans weep in yearning devotion;
For who can trace Infinity’s glow,
Or fathom the Lord’s eternal motion?
Blessed are they who behold His descent,
Even through dream or transient sight;
To glimpse a drop of His divine play
Is to taste the nectar of endless light.
★
To the wise, this frame of flesh and bone
Is not mere dust , it is the throne
Where Soul dwells, serene, supreme,
The heart and source of every dream.
Three gates before the seeker shine
To Heaven, Freedom, Bliss divine;
But turned astray, the path declines,
To hell’s abyss where fire pines.
O blessed birth! , this human frame,
A chance to rise beyond all name;
For gods may reign, yet bound remain,
While man may break his mortal chain.
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God: The Discernment of Truth,
Righteousness, and Unrighteousness.
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God is the Truth , eternal, bright,
Self‑revealed in boundless light.
His vision pure, His works divine,
In wisdom’s glow all truths align.
He is the Law, the Dharma sure,
The changeless essence, ever pure.
In every heart, in earth and sky,
His truth resounds , it cannot lie.
But falsehood born of blinded mind,
Is sin against the Truth Divine.
To preach untruth in holy name,
Is Unrighteousness’s darkest flame.
Who fabricates in God’s pure stead,
Who leads astray with words misread,
Profanes the sacred path of right,
And veils the soul from inner light.
So let the wise, in insight deep,
This sacred vow forever keep
To honor Truth in thought and deed,
For Truth alone is God indeed.
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The Rule of Place, Time, and Context
It is better to have no father at all,
Than a father whose heart is cruel and small.
Better a stepmother, gentle and true,
Than none to cherish or care for you.
Both truths are right, yet neither the same
Each finds its worth by time and name.
For all the world, in thought or deed,
Is judged by place, and time, and need.
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(simple and graceful)
Charity begins at home, learning starts at home;
Within its walls, compassion finds its tone.
The home, the seedbed of both virtue and light,
Where wisdom takes root and blossoms in sight.
So all should keep this dwelling pure and fine,
Where new seeds rise, their hearts divine.
Know home, a temple where angels reside
Let none destroy its dignity or its sacred pride.
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Uncertainty unsettles life’s entire frame;
From every side, new doubts ignite a flame.
When trouble creeps to darken every thought,
The mind’s peace is lost—by storm winds caught.
The uncertain mind sees no clear guiding light;
It wanders restless through the sleepless night.
No ground to stand, no refuge to embrace,
In fear it sways, stripped of all steady grace..
Yet midst the turmoil, soft prayers do arise,
Like whispered incense drifting to the skies.
With hope that God, whose love no eye can see,
Will calm the heart and set the spirit free.
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The king sits not as lord of men,
But servant of the Highest One;
His crown is duty, pure and bright,
His sword is justice, truth, and right.
Not through chaos, force, nor pride
Should any king ascend and ride;
For power born of wrongful ways
Will never bless nor hold his days.
No fraud for self, no might for greed,
No gain for kin or household's need;
A king must never feed his home
By kindling lies or wrongful flame.
Instead, he bows with humble heart,
A servant of the Lord apart;
His people's care his sacred vow,
His rule is righteousness, and love.
He guards the weak, upholds the true,
Gives justice equal through and through;
For in his heart one thought remains
“The Lord of all o’er all reigns.”
Such rulers bless the earth they guide,
Their reign brings peace on every side;
Where kings serve God in mind and deed,
The land shall flourish, rich indeed.
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Samsara shines with illusory light,
It seems so real to blinded sight;
Yet like a mist at dawn it flees,
A fragile wave on shifting seas.
It changes scene from day to day,
What blooms at morn is lost by grey;
No form remains, no joy can stay
All dances in Maya’s sway.
It hides the Truth our heart would know,
The Self that stands beyond its show;
Behind its veil of hope and fear
The pure, eternal Light is near.
It binds the soul in love and grief,
In fleeting ties and small belief;
“Forgetting thus the ancient vow—
We come alone, we leave alone;
None walks with us beyond the known.”
With smiles it tempts, with tears it bends,
It weaves a web that never ends;
But when we wake from night’s deceit,
Its dream dissolves beneath our feet.
O traveler, rise from Maya’s dream,
Seek that which is the deathless beam;
For only Truth forever shines,
Eternal, silent, pure, divine.
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Samsara is the continuous cycle of birth, death, and rebirth, sustained by one’s karma (action) and desires, from which liberation is the ultimate goal.
Maya means "illusion" or "that which is not," referring to the cosmic force that creates the illusion that the phenomenal world, including relationships, success and failure, pleasure and pain, life and death, etc.- appears solid, permanent, and real.
Jagat : In Sanskrit, Jagat (जगत्) primarily means "the world" and refers to the physical, observable, constantly changing material universe.
The King Who Forgot His Friends
A Moral Tale
Once, in a humble merchant family, there was born a man named Sam. From a young age, Sam was devoted to God and often spoke of divine truth. His closest friend was a wise and devout ruler , a king from a righteous land , who walked the path of righteousness and reminded Sam to do the same.
Sam admired his friend deeply and often drew strength from his counsel. Together, they shared faith, purpose, and mutual respect.
By God’s grace, Sam was saved from death during a time of great crisis. In time, he rose to great power himself, and by divine will, he too became a king. But as the throne elevated him, pride took root in his heart. Power made him arrogant. Wealth made him forgetful. The purity of his faith began to fade.
In his pride, Sam turned away from truth. He forgot his old friend and his friend’s country, the very ones who had once stood beside him in his spiritual journey. Worse, he sided with those who hated his friend and plotted to destroy his friend's kingdom.
Sam laughed at the faithful, dismissed wisdom, and chased temporary pleasures and shallow praise. He mocked the very values that once guided him. He no longer stood for righteousness , he stood for power, for pride, and for self.
But God does not forget.
One day, justice struck , loud and sudden. The proud king fell, stripped of his glory and strength. Alone in his suffering, Sam looked back on his choices and saw the truth. He wept , not only for his lost crown, but for the friend he betrayed, the God he ignored, and the soul he abandoned.
His heart broken, Sam turned back to the Lord and begged for mercy.
Moral of the Story:
💥True friends are a gift from God , forget them, and you forget your own roots.
💥Power without humility leads to downfall.
