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Immanence and Transcendence


Immanence and Transcendence

This is how the world is
This is how the universe is
The milky way galaxy
The Sun, Moon, Mercury
The Venus, Jupiter, Mars

The vast pervaded space
The atmosphere with free air
The free flow of water
The energetic fire of life
The abundance of mother earth

This is how my body is
The height, weight, color, gender
The youth, growth and decay
The aches, pains, health, disease
The medicines, the treatments, the acceptance

This is how my senses are
My hunger, satiety, cravings
My likes, dislikes, digestion
My energy, exhaustion, fatigue

This is how my mind is
My sraddha, lack of sraddha
My ambitions, achievements, awards
My desires, disappointments, despair
My ragas, dvesas, fears, sukha, dukha
My anger, frustration, insecurity, helplessness

My past with memories
My past without memories
My family, mother, father, siblings
My spouse, children, in-laws
My friends, relatives, neighbors
My employer, employees, coworkers

This is how the journey is
Airports, lounges, passengers,
Asians, Arabs, Americans, Europeans,
People, Animals, flora and fauna

My thoughts, cognition, re cognition
My memories, talents, abilities
My writings, poems, posts, blogs

Any of these things separate from Isvara?
Isvara is immanent in all
Yet transcends all

I unload all
I drop all nagging agenda
I grant freedom to all
I care and pray for all
I am compassionate to all
I transcend all

Om Tat Sat


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  1. AnonymousMarch 9, 2024 at 9:22 PM

    Enlightening message well assimilated which pour out as a beautiful poem on Immanence and Transcendence

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