Poems and Stories in English Devoted to the Divine
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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The Jiva’s True Nature
The jiva is born for selfless deed,
For love of God, untouched by greed.
Not for the world’s deceptive show,
But for the truth it longs to know.
Yet wrapped in maya’s veiling art,
It strays from wisdom’s shining part.
It claims as “mine” what cannot stay,
And walks illusion’s fleeting way.
The bonds of child and parent grow,
Of spouse and friend, of guide below;
Each bond is formed by karma’s hand,
A field the soul must understand.
When falls the body, ties depart,
No bond survives the severed heart.
All names and forms are swept away,
Like dreams that fade at break of day.
The body is a borrowed frame,
The world a school with changing name.
They serve the soul, then fall apart,
When truth awakens in the heart.
Through selfless work and selfless prayer,
The jiva climbs beyond despair,
To know the Self, the One, the Whole—
Atman as Brahman, soul as Soul.
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Jiva: The individual soul
Maya: The cosmic illusion
Atman: The Self within (Soul)
Brahman: The ultimate Reality
(God, Supreme Soul)
Karma: work
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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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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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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 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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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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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 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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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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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.
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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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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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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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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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 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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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.
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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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.
A Hymn Inviting the Age of Truth
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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.
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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.
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When the ignorant begin to worship unrighteousness as righteousness,
And ego obscures the light of wisdom
Then the fall of society is certain.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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 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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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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(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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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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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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Bharat is a sacred land, forever blessed and pure,
Where God descends again and again, with kin and devotees sure.
From hallowed dust of holy feet, eternal Dharma flows,
Spreading light to distant realms, wherever mankind goes.
Here faith breathes in every heart, deep as the ancient sky,
And virtue stands unshaken, as endless ages fly.
A soil where saints and seers have walked in truth’s embrace,
Bharat shines-timeless, divine-the refuge of all grace.
In Ganga’s waves and Himalaya’s peaks, the Divine resides,
Vedas echo through the valleys, where wisdom’s flame abides.
From Rama’s bow to Krishna’s flute, avatars bless this shore,
Bhaktas sing in ceaseless praise-forevermore, forevermore.
Thus Bharat stands through time and change, unbroken, vast, and true,
A beacon lit by Dharma’s flame for hearts both old and new.
Not bound by land, nor age, nor creed-its call is ever free:
Live righteously, know Truth, and serve all life as Divinity.
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The Fall of Pride, the Rise of Truth
(Path to Resolving Disputes)
I think that I am always right,
While others dwell in endless night.
Non-acceptance seals my view-
Proud arrogance I cannot undo.
It bars the truth from reaching me,
Rejects the wisdom I might see.
In ego’s fortress, proud and tall,
I turn away from light for all.
Yet grace can break this cruel control,
And melt the hardness of the soul.
When humble eyes the world behold,
Surrender turns the heart to gold.
Let pride depart, let compassion rise-
In unity, humility, truth and peace shall rise.
The Divine within all hearts we find,
In selfless love, one soul, one mind.
Beyond the “I” the boundless Self is seen,
All hearts as one in love and truth convene.
The seeker fades, the sacred light prevails-
Where Dharma leads, no fear, no darkness dwells.
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A Warning Against the Wicked
Better an empty cattle-shed,
Than a cow of vicious breed;
Better utter loss endure,
Than the company impure.
From the sinful, tainted mind,
Not a spark of good we find;
Thus, even absence stands more blessed,
Than evil closely held and pressed.
As none would keep within their hall
A serpent venomous that crawls,
So wise ones ever choose to part
From cruel soul and hardened heart.
Keep far from those of wicked way-
Thus walks the wise in Dharma’s ray.
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Does God Truly Exist?
For thousands of years, people have asked a very deep question: “Does God really exist?”
Many thinkers - philosophers, scientists, and saints- have tried to answer this question in different ways: through logic, science, nature, and spiritual experience. Below are some simple ways to understand why many people believe in God.
Arguments for God’s Existence.
1. The Idea of God (Philosophical Argument)
When we think of God, we imagine the greatest, most powerful, and most perfect being.
If such a being did not exist at all, then how could this idea even arise in our mind?
So, the very concept of God suggests that such a supreme being must exist.
2. Order in the Universe (Planning Argument)
Our solar system has the Sun, planets, moons, and countless stars and objects moving in perfect order. Everything follows clear laws of nature.
The Earth is just right for life, not too hot, not too cold, with air, water, and light. This perfect balance looks like careful planning.
3. Creation and Cycles.
According to Hindu tradition, the universe is created, preserved, and destroyed in cycles that last billions of years.This endless cycle suggests that there must be a supreme power guiding it , that power is God.
4. Beauty and Design in Nature
Look at flowers, animals, birds, trees, and the human body , all are amazingly designed.Such beauty and complexity make many people feel that a divine designer must be behind creation.
5. Moral Sense (Right and Wrong)
In every culture, people know that murder, lying, and stealing are wrong.
Where does this inner sense of right and wrong come from?
Many believe it comes from God, who gave humans conscience and morality.
6. First Cause of Everything
Everything in the world has a cause. A tree comes from a seed, rain from clouds, life from parents.So, the universe must also have a cause. That first cause, which itself has no beginning, is called God.
How People Experience God
Through Nature and the Universe
When we look at the vast sky, stars, and galaxies, we feel tiny yet connected to something greater. This feeling often leads people to sense God’s presence.
In Difficult Times
When people face danger, illness, or tragedy, they often remember God. Even people who usually do not believe in God may pray in desperate moments. This shows that faith exists deep inside human hearts.
Reincarnation and Past Lives
Hindu scriptures like the Bhagavad Gita, Garuda Purana, and Srimad Bhagavatam speak about rebirth. Some people also report memories of past lives, which strengthens belief in soul and God.
Miraculous Survival
When someone survives a terrible accident or illness, they often say, “God saved me.” Such experiences increase faith in a higher power.
Holy Places and Temples
Sacred places like the Jagannath Temple in Puri are believed to have divine mysteries, which strengthen devotion and belief in God.
Saints and Divine Visions
Many saints and devotees have claimed to have seen God directly. Based on their descriptions, people have created divine images and idols of God.
Historical and Scriptural Evidence
Many people believe that God appeared on Earth in human form as:
Lord Rama
Lord Balarama
Sacred places like Ram Janmabhoomi and Krishna Janmabhoomi are considered proof of their divine presence. The ancient city of Dwarka, believed to be built by Lord Krishna, has underwater remains near Gujarat, which many see as supporting this belief.
How to Realize God
The best way to know God is through:
Remembering Him constantly
Meditation
Deep thinking
Love and devotion
Surrender with a pure heart
In the Bhagavad Gita, Lord Krishna says:
“If you give your mind and intellect to Me, you will surely reach Me.”
It is said that God loves His devotees even more than a mother loves her child.
How to reach God?
The Path to Reach God is the inner journey of consciousness through the disciplined practice of Yoga. It begins with Meditation (Dhyana), in which the restless mind is gradually stilled and turned inward. Through sustained depth of awareness, this leads to Absorption (Samadhi), a state where the sense of separate self dissolves into pure being. As the worldly state of existence loosens its grip, the consciousness begins its Upward Ascension (Chetana’s Urdhvagati), rising beyond ordinary perception. In this ascent, the seeker perceives the subtle realm as the Manifestation of the Shadow-Energy (Chaya Shakti). This then gives way to the Emergence of the Luminous Divine Energy (Jyotiḥ-Shakti), the radiant presence of higher truth. Ultimately, the practitioner experiences the Unobstructed, All-Pervading Power (Abadha Shakti), free from all limitations of time, space, and ego, culminating in direct Meeting and Communication with God.
Why Do People Still Argue About God?
Some people say, “If we cannot see God, He does not exist.”
But believers say that God can be felt only with a pure heart, faith, and devotion. Without that, one may not experience Him.
The Ascent to God
I
In silent night the yogi abides,
His trembling breath in stillness subsides.
The restless mind no longer strays,
In meditation’s glow, the spirit prays.
II
Slow fades the “I”; the boundary dies,
In deepened trance the spirit flies;
Worldly chains are gently torn,
A higher life within is born.
III
Now upward moves the living soul,
Beyond the sky, beyond the whole;
Through subtle realms the seeker sees
The shadowed glow of shadow-energy.
IV
Then breaks the dawn of radiant might,
Pure light floods with endless light;
All limits melt, all bindings flee-
Unresisted reigns in eternity.
V
No wall remains, no veil, no fear,
The devotee draws the Divine near;
In voiceless depth the soul is free-
At last it meets the supreme Reality.
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A dedicated meditation practitioner
is traditionally called a "yogi"
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The King Who Forgot God and His Friends
A Moral Tale
In a modest merchant's home, a boy named Sam was born with a heart aflame for God. From childhood, he spoke of divine truths and cherished a wise king-his dearest friend from a righteous realm- who walked the path of dharma and urged Sam to follow.
Bound by faith and mutual respect, they shared counsel and purpose. By God's grace, Sam escaped death in a dire crisis. Divine favor elevated him: he rose to power and claimed a throne of his own.
Yet prosperity bred pride. Arrogance clouded his soul. Wealth dulled his devotion. The king who once knelt in prayer now chased shadows.
Sam scorned his faithful friend, abandoning the kingdom that had nurtured his spirit. He allied with enemies, plotting its ruin. He mocked the wise, pursued fleeting pleasures, and craved empty praise. Righteousness yielded to conquest; he seized lands, exalted self and kin above all. Even on the sacred soil where the Lord incarnates again and again, with His family and devotees-Sam's deeds disturbed the Divine Himself.
Justice descended like thunder. The proud king crumbled, stripped of throne and might. In solitude and anguish, he beheld his folly: the betrayed friend, the ignored God, the lost soul. Tears flowed, not for lost glory, but for a heart adrift.
Repentant, Sam prostrated before the Lord, pleading for mercy.
Moral of the Story
True friends are divine gifts; forsake them, and you sever your roots.
Power unchecked by humility invites ruin.
God reigns supreme above all.
