Neither this world, nor any world unknown,
Or the heaven, the earth and the hell, as the books have shown,
No sage, no scholar however deep he may go,
Can comprehend Him, who made the world so.
Almighty, the Power behind the universe,
And His Soul, Forever Conscious,
Works deep inside us, it's He who I am,
The Giver of Eyes, Firmness of firm.
He knows not weakness, Ultimate Man,
Go for Samadhi in Him, or sit in Dhyaan.
The Terrible Power, with a blink of eye
Can bring to naught the world, nullify.
Who knows the source? One but reaches the shores.
Limited in body, he however implores
Cannot take the Unlimited, just as a glass
Cannot take two, they just surpass.
Thou can go, but cannot be,
It's He who reveals Himself to thee.
To the Bhakta as Vishnu He appears,
Glowing with Intelligence, ignorance He clears.
From the highest realm of Knowledge, He arises,
To His favourite bhakta he advises.
Or do I see myself? I don't judge free,
I am a bhakta, I only agree.
In the devotee's heart, He manifests,
He is a feeling inside the chest.
The moment you see, is the moment you know,
All knowledge do come with flow.
You understand the past, present and future,
Why the world is, how it should appear.
You become Jnaani, reason you see,
But the wisdom should not prevent you to be
One with Him, that is the goal,
Then everything appears to be Infinite Whole.
Men, animals, objects you see,
Is made of One Aatmaa, free.
Fearless, you are relieved from tension.
There are levels of this comprehension.
The small space in which I write
Falls short to deliver what be His might.
Beyond this world of visible Brahma
Comes naught, not even Dharma.
Duties here cease to exist,
Neither ego - "I" - persist.
Beyond senses, Indescribable,
To return nobody's able.
Even if you can, you cannot say,
What you saw, when away.
But in your heart mighty they rumble,
A naught mind, perfect, humble.
But wise men say an Avatar only
Can come back from the realm lonely.
Incarnations come and go,
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