Founders Tree It has seen it all, From the rise and fall of natives, To the evolution of America, To the rise of the technological age, And the silence of the pandemic. Yet it feels no urge to move. It simply stands at the avenue of the giants Rooted in one place, Anchored through centuries. Timeless. Ageless. Spaceless. Soaring from the earth to the heavens, Like Hiraṇyagarbha , The Cosmic Womb of Creation. Silently whispering The truth of cosmic existence, Radiating the light That knows no boundaries. Not merely a tree, But a silent sage, Revealing the limitless Self in all. Founder's Tree at the Avenue of Giants , California
This blog will have poems of Advaita Vedanta