The Illusion of Divinity and God: ईश्वरत्व–दिव्यता का भ्रम।
Some came, proclaiming, “We are divine,
From heaven descend, with power sublime.
Bow to us, follow what we say
We hold the key to blissful way.”
They promised freedom from pain and fear,
They claimed all peace was always near,
If every soul would bend the knee
And seek their grace for liberty.
But in the crowd, a poor heart wept,
In silent prayer its sorrow kept.
A cry went forth beyond the sky,
And touched the Lord who heard the sigh.
He said, “My child, there’s no need to mourn,
No false dawn shall outshine My morn.
I come Myself, My grace shall flow
True peace and bliss the world shall know.”
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False lights arose, in pride they spoke,
“We are the gods, the chosen folk!
Bow down to us, our word obey,
Through us alone you find the way.”
The world confused, in grief was drowned,
No true path, no truth was found.
One humble heart began to cry,
Its tearful call pierced earth and sky.
Then thundered forth the Voice Divine
“My child, the world shall yet be Mine!
Fear not the boast of mortal fame,
I come to end this cheating game.
I come to break illusion’s snare,
To lift the veil of dark despair.
In every heart My light shall glow,
And peace like sacred rivers flow.”
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Sinners do not wish to leave this earth;
Again and yet again they crave rebirth.
They cling to trembling, transient, mortal sod,
In secret dread to meet the face of God.
They bind their souls to dust and fleeting clay,
And shudder at the hour they slip away.
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But virtuous hearts, serene and ever free,
Grow weary of this veil of mortality.
They yearn to cross the silent, boundless shore,
Where birth and sorrow haunt the soul no more.
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Yet if the righteous leave this world too soon,
If sacred lamps expire before high noon,
This earth would sink in shadow’s somber spell-
A radiant realm that darkens into hell.
No temple chants, no consecrated bell,
No holy truths the ancient scriptures tell.
When faith grows faint and prayers turn cold as stone,
Who walks the path the saints have clearly shown?
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So let the pure a little longer stay,
To teach, to guide, to bless, to light the way.
For while one virtuous soul on earth abides,
The living light of Dharma still presides.
Truth and Falsehood
Truth stands firm on evidence pure and clear,
It fears no question- light eternal dwells here.
Falsehood lacks proof, no ground to claim,
Born of the mind: a frail, imagined frame.
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True Knowledge
God is Creator of all that is,
The source of life, of cosmic bliss.
God is Sustainer of all that lives,
A silent grace that ever gives.
God is the One where all streams end,
Beyond all forms and fleeting dreams.
To know this truth deep in the soul
Is true knowledge, makes one whole.
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The Purity of True Knowledge
God said: no treasure shines so bright,
As knowledge pure, the soul’s true light.
When yogis pure in heart attain,
Truth is revealed by God again.
No flame so pure, no vision clear,
Dispels the night of doubt and fear.
It fills the heart with inner light,
A truth long veiled now comes to light.
Not gained by words nor fleeting art,
Nor born where restless passions start.
But in the depths of tranquil will,
It dawns when mind and breath are still.
One who walks the inward way,
Where mind and thought in silent purity stay.
In yoga deep, with spirit aligned,
Finds living truth within the mind.
When self and God no more divide,
And ego’s fleeting shadows slide,
Then knowledge pure begins to rise,
A living truth the soul realizes.
No outer proof is needed then,
Nor borrowed thoughts of other men.
For one who dwells in union true,
Sees all sustained by One, in sacred view.
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One-Line Essence of this Poem:
True knowledge does not arise from
the outer world, but from inner
purity and the stillness of the soul;
it is revealed by God.
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Wisdom Through Living, Not Reading Alone
Many spend their lives in reading lore,
Yet wisdom seldom reaches to the core.
Pages turn and fleeting knowledge grows,
Yet inner truth remains what few can know.
They chase the words in endless, streams,
Lose themselves in borrowed dreams.
But borrowed light can never truly stay,
When life’s own trials darken every way.
One who walks through sorrow, loss, and pain,
Who falls, yet rises stronger through the strain,
Learns truths no written page can e’er convey,
And finds within a self-illumined way.
For wisdom lives not bound in ink or page,
Nor locked within the scholar’s gilded cage.
It blooms in hearts courageous, deep, and true,
Trials faced and life experienced through.
So read-but live the truths that you have known,
Let insight grow by seeds your life has sown.
For wisdom’s light begins to rise inside,
When life itself becomes your truest guide.
