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.
