The Eternal Soul: Eternal by God’s Will, Not Its Own.
The soul is eternal, unborn, and indestructible. It does not perish with the body, nor is it diminished by time, death, or change. Weapons cannot cut it, fire cannot burn it, water cannot drown it, and wind cannot dry it.
The soul is not a product of matter but a conscious principle created by God. Because God is the source and sustainer of the soul, no force in creation has the authority or power to destroy it. Only the Creator, who brings the soul into existence, holds absolute sovereignty over its being.
Yet God does not destroy the soul, for the soul is created to journey, to learn, and ultimately to realize its divine source. Death ends only the body; the soul continues its passage according to its karma, carrying its impressions until knowledge, devotion, or divine grace leads it to liberation.
Thus, the eternity of the soul is preserved not by its own power but by the will of God. To recognize this truth is humility; to forget it is ignorance.
I asked the soul, “O who are you?”
It softly said, “I’m ever new.
Born countless times through many lands,
Across the seas and shifting sands.
I walked as king, as slave, as sage,
I loved, I fought, I wept with rage.
But all those tales are lost to me
I am but soul, forever free.
I asked, “Are you Hindu, Muslim, Jew?
Christian, Buddhist-tell me true.”
It smiled and said, “I was them all,
But now those names I can’t recall.
I asked again, “What is your name?”
It breathed, “No title, no fleeting fame.
All I once was has turned to dust
I am the soul, eternal, just.”
Then still I stood, my heart grew calm,
Its words like fire, yet sweet like balm.
For in that voice I heard the call
We are but soul, beyond it all.
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(A Request to the Soul)
O my soul,
Do not let your works and moments fade,
Do not turn your life into a self-made blade.
If your verses call, let poetry be born,
If colors whisper, paint the dawning morn.
If dreams invent, then dare to try,
Let thought take wings and learn to fly.
Whatever you love, pursue it-do try,
With honest heart and patience, fly.
But never harm, nor life destroy;
Let kindness be your lasting joy.
In silence work; let results and ego sleep,
For roots grow strong where waters deep.
If success delays, do not despair;
Time keeps accounts with loving care.
What fails today still holds its seed,
To bloom where future footsteps lead.
What time denies you here and now,
Another life shall grant it somehow.
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The body fades, like dusk at dawn,
Yet the soul, a spark, moves on and on.
Though flesh and bone must meet the earth,
The soul is bound for endless birth.
When bodies rest and breaths are gone,
The spirit’s song goes ever on.
A mystery deep, unseen by eyes,
The soul ascends, it never dies.
So let not grief consume your days,
For those who part find other ways.
They live in light beyond our sight,
In realms of peace, in boundless light.
Mourn not, dear friends, for life goes on,
A cycle vast, a timeless song.
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In every land where mortals dwell,
Pride swells, contention rings its bell.
“My race is pure,” one loudly cries,
“My blood the fairest ’neath the skies.”
“No tongue or realm can match my own,”
Another boasts with haughty tone.
O strife that breaks the peaceful shore,
O feud that darkens evermore!
Seek now the saint with gentle sight,
Who sees God’s hand in day and night,
In rocks and trees, in wind and wave,
The One in whom all beings save.
O blinded hearts, release your chains,
Know truth beyond these earthly claims:
One God made clay and gave you breath,
One guides the life, one judges death.
No caste, no creed, no hue divides,
The mighty work where love abides.
We all are one through God above
One life, one light, one law of love.
Peace fills the heart, the rage is gone,
The world embraced in union’s song.
One God, one world, one Father dear,
In this truth, all stand clear.
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O Timeless Soul, O deathless Sun,
Unfading glory, eternal One.
Though veils of dream may hide Thy face,
Thy light remains, Thy gentle grace.
O Self divine, O guiding Star,
Thine essence calls from near and far.
From Thee descends the sacred ray,
Illuminates the narrow way.
Enshrouded deep in night’s distress,
Bound by fear and loneliness,
It wanders far from Truth’s embrace,
And yearns for dawn, for Love, for grace.
O Flame of flames, O Light unmoved,
Recall the soul that once was proved;
Awaken hearts from slumbered night,
Restore their vision to the Light.
O Soul of souls, though lost from sight,
When veils are rent returns Thy Light.
All illusion falls, the heart made free
Remembers Source, eternity.
Through sorrow, pain, through death’s domain,
The longing soul, in hope and strain,
Turns homeward-seeking, rests at last
In arms of Love that hold it fast.
O Source of Life, O deathless Sun,
In Thee all souls, forever One.
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Awake, O souls, the call is near,
Your Father’s voice is ever clear.
Children divine of the Radiant Flame,
Forget no more your holy name.
From the Eternal you all were born,
Sons and daughters of Light’s bright morn.
A sacred work is yours to bear,
To spread His love through earth and air.
Yet lost in dream, you stray apart,
Forgetting the Mother’s tender heart,
Forgetting the Father’s boundless care,
Whose grace and mercy shine everywhere.
Forget you not your sisters, brothers,
Every soul is kin to others.
One vast family, pure and true,
The Spirit of God is shining through.
Awake, arise! O hearts, be wise,
Behold your truth with opened eyes.
Remember Him, the Source, the Guide,
And let His love in you abide.
Love each soul you chance to meet,
And heaven’s circle is made complete.
When hearts unite with the One above,
The world is healed in perfect love.
So lift your eyes, embrace the Light,
Dispel the shadows, end the night.
Awake, O souls, His will is plain
Return to your Source, your Home again.
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Yama’s Silent Messengers
(Angel of Death)
They know each path the wandering soul has trod,
Each silent home, marked by the law of God;
No door is hid, no secret gate concealed-
Their boundless gaze has never yet been failed.
Assigned their realm by righteous Yama’s will,
They roam through space, obedient, calm, and still;
No random hand, no restless force they wield-
Just duty’s pure and unerring shield.
When breath grows faint and body’s ties unbind,
They gently guide the seeker of the mind;
Not flesh they chain, nor bonds that eyes behold
But subtle threads of karma’s chronicle retold.
Invisible to eyes of blood and bone,
They stand where death and life are overthrown;
A truth too vast for mortal sight to grasp-
Yet radiant beyond all form and clasp.
Beyond the veil where human visions end,
Yama’s couriers each mortal act attend;
For every deed, in light or darkness sown,
Is weighed by Dharma on its eternal throne.
O soul, heed this eternal truth so true:
Yama’s couriers watch each deed you do.
Let dharma guide your every thought and way-
Live pure, for judgment dawns without delay.
Yama = Lord of Dharma and Death
Yamadutas = his messengers/agents
