Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "nonduality"
The Human Hymn
I am the Vedanta, I am the Bible,
I am the Quran, I am the God Cell.
I am the Torah, I am the Suttas,
I am the Hadith, I am Humanitas.
I am the Son, I am Jehovah,
I am the Qi, I am Bismillah.
I am the Vivek, I am the Ananda,
I am the Bodhi, I am the Sattva.
I am the Sat, I am the Shri,
I am Akaal, I am Brahmasmi.
I am the Prophet, I am Aminah,
I am the Mother, I am the Krishna.
I am the Beginning, I am the Anth,
I am the Journey, I am Ananth.
I am Creation, I am the Ravager,
I am Qayamat, I am the Creator.
I am the Quran, I am the God Cell.
I am the Torah, I am the Suttas,
I am the Hadith, I am Humanitas.
I am the Son, I am Jehovah,
I am the Qi, I am Bismillah.
I am the Vivek, I am the Ananda,
I am the Bodhi, I am the Sattva.
I am the Sat, I am the Shri,
I am Akaal, I am Brahmasmi.
I am the Prophet, I am Aminah,
I am the Mother, I am the Krishna.
I am the Beginning, I am the Anth,
I am the Journey, I am Ananth.
I am Creation, I am the Ravager,
I am Qayamat, I am the Creator.
Published on June 22, 2019 10:28
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advaita-vedanta, divine-self, enlightenment, harmony-poetry, humanism, humanist-poetry, humanitarian, humanitarian-poem, humanitarian-poetry, humanitarianism, hymn, nonduality, oneness, pearls-of-wisdom, religious-harmony, self-realization, service-to-humanity, spirituality
Life Lived for Others (A Sonnet)
Torrents of joy have brought me salvation,
Bearing jewels of inclusion and unification.
My mind and my whole being have gone lost,
Into the rising tides of humanizing assimilation.
Finally serenity has arrived at my doorstep,
When I opened I found the bridge to others.
Defying all agony and selfish insecurities,
I discovered the supreme sentience in their cheer.
Their joy is my joy and their worry is my worry,
It is my vow upon the sacred pyre of conscience.
I stand ready to become dust if it is needed,
I am my gift to them, their smiles my recompense.
There is no point in living for the shallow desires,
Cause life is not lived till it's lived for others.
Bearing jewels of inclusion and unification.
My mind and my whole being have gone lost,
Into the rising tides of humanizing assimilation.
Finally serenity has arrived at my doorstep,
When I opened I found the bridge to others.
Defying all agony and selfish insecurities,
I discovered the supreme sentience in their cheer.
Their joy is my joy and their worry is my worry,
It is my vow upon the sacred pyre of conscience.
I stand ready to become dust if it is needed,
I am my gift to them, their smiles my recompense.
There is no point in living for the shallow desires,
Cause life is not lived till it's lived for others.
Published on August 05, 2020 15:38
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humanism, humanitarian, inclusion, nonduality, oneness, sacrifice, service-of-humanity, serving-people, serving-society, sonnet
Self and Society (The Sonnet)
I and you are not two but one,
The space in-between is an illusion.
The air you breathe is also in me,
Then why hang on to separation!
Where there is dark ignorance,
There festers delusion most foul.
Once you give in to such atrocity,
Society breaks out in painful howl.
Self and society are one whole being,
That's how we make a humane world.
But if this is none of your concern,
You are but a bug with conscience curled.
Fabric of society is everyone's business.
It's time we breathe life into humaneness.
The space in-between is an illusion.
The air you breathe is also in me,
Then why hang on to separation!
Where there is dark ignorance,
There festers delusion most foul.
Once you give in to such atrocity,
Society breaks out in painful howl.
Self and society are one whole being,
That's how we make a humane world.
But if this is none of your concern,
You are but a bug with conscience curled.
Fabric of society is everyone's business.
It's time we breathe life into humaneness.
Published on September 21, 2020 13:42
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advaita, humanism, ignorance, nondual-philosophy, nonduality, oneness, prejudice, racism, social-responsibility, sonnet
My Name is Human (The Sonnet)
You asked, what's my nation,
I say it's humanity.
You asked, what's my language,
I say it's magnanimity.
You asked, what's my culture,
I say it's humaneness.
You asked, what's my tradition,
I say it's humbleness.
You asked, what's my gender,
I say it's fortitude.
You asked, what's my religion,
I say it's servitude.
You asked everything except my purpose.
I tell you now, it's to unite the universe.
I say it's humanity.
You asked, what's my language,
I say it's magnanimity.
You asked, what's my culture,
I say it's humaneness.
You asked, what's my tradition,
I say it's humbleness.
You asked, what's my gender,
I say it's fortitude.
You asked, what's my religion,
I say it's servitude.
You asked everything except my purpose.
I tell you now, it's to unite the universe.
Published on October 04, 2020 15:01
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Tags:
acceptance, compassion, diversity, humanism, humanist, monk, nonduality, poem, service-of-humanity, sonnet, to-be-human
When Love Awakens (The Sonnet)
When love awakens so will the world,
For love is the seed of civilization.
When love awakens the conflicts will end,
For love is the gateway to assimilation.
When care crosses family suffering will wither,
For selfishness is the cause of miseries.
When the soul is clear enough to reflect all,
All separation will turn into memories.
When breath of one becomes the breath of all,
All atrocious walls will collapse into dust.
When there’s no more ‘my people your people’,
Only then we will be human at last.
When the fire of love engulfs our whole being,
Time will bear witness to humanity's uprising.
For love is the seed of civilization.
When love awakens the conflicts will end,
For love is the gateway to assimilation.
When care crosses family suffering will wither,
For selfishness is the cause of miseries.
When the soul is clear enough to reflect all,
All separation will turn into memories.
When breath of one becomes the breath of all,
All atrocious walls will collapse into dust.
When there’s no more ‘my people your people’,
Only then we will be human at last.
When the fire of love engulfs our whole being,
Time will bear witness to humanity's uprising.
Published on January 01, 2021 07:27
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Tags:
acceptance, assimilation, humanism, inclusion, love, nonduality, sectarianism, sonnet, suffering, tribalism
Will You Be My Poetry (The Sonnet)
You keep calling me a poet,
I embrace the sentiment but not the title.
I may have some power over words,
But the words themselves are nothing valuable.
It's the world behind the words that matters,
A world where all walls collapse and wither.
Once you wake up to that world,
Save human, all other titles disappear.
In that world of oneness you shall discover,
My words are not the real poetry.
My true poetry is your own humanness,
I am but a reflection of your struggling humanity.
So let's get rid of this poet and reader business!
You be my poetry, I'll be your pages.
I embrace the sentiment but not the title.
I may have some power over words,
But the words themselves are nothing valuable.
It's the world behind the words that matters,
A world where all walls collapse and wither.
Once you wake up to that world,
Save human, all other titles disappear.
In that world of oneness you shall discover,
My words are not the real poetry.
My true poetry is your own humanness,
I am but a reflection of your struggling humanity.
So let's get rid of this poet and reader business!
You be my poetry, I'll be your pages.
Published on September 04, 2021 13:31
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assimilation, civilized, civilized-behavior, cognitive-dissonance, human-behavior, human-beings, human-nature, humanitarian, kindness, love-poem, nonduality, one-humanity, oneness, poet, poetry, poetry-books, poetry-of-life, sonnet
Giants in Jeans Sonnet 75
Nonduality comes from wholeness,
Wholeness rises when sectarianism is slashed.
Sectarianism fails when we fall in love,
Not with one person but the whole world.
When the stranger becomes family,
Politicians will lose their job.
When love overwhelms all rigidity,
Arms dealers will mourn and sob.
When diplomacy keeps the world divided,
Reliance on institutions goes through the roof.
The best way to sustain profits of war,
Is to keep people infected with the nationalist flu.
Enough with this barbarianism of sovereignty!
Step up and shout, the whole world is my family!
Wholeness rises when sectarianism is slashed.
Sectarianism fails when we fall in love,
Not with one person but the whole world.
When the stranger becomes family,
Politicians will lose their job.
When love overwhelms all rigidity,
Arms dealers will mourn and sob.
When diplomacy keeps the world divided,
Reliance on institutions goes through the roof.
The best way to sustain profits of war,
Is to keep people infected with the nationalist flu.
Enough with this barbarianism of sovereignty!
Step up and shout, the whole world is my family!
Published on September 23, 2021 04:06
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Tags:
book-of-poems, geopolitics, humanitarian, nonduality, nonsectarian, oneness, pearls-of-wisdom, sonnet, wholeness, world-peace
Sonnet of Heaven and Hell
There's a tale we hear of a heavenly kingdom,
Which is passed on through generations.
Because once you place salvation outside life,
Accountability vanishes from all prioritization.
Self-determination makes one unfit for slavery,
Reason makes one unfit for manipulation.
If you take charge of your life and community,
Institutions fail to dictate your ambition.
Heaven and hell exist here and now,
They are manifestations of human behavior.
Acts of oneness bring heaven in a moment,
Deeds of division breed hell from thin air.
The paradigm we have was made yesterday.
It is our world, let's build it our way.
Which is passed on through generations.
Because once you place salvation outside life,
Accountability vanishes from all prioritization.
Self-determination makes one unfit for slavery,
Reason makes one unfit for manipulation.
If you take charge of your life and community,
Institutions fail to dictate your ambition.
Heaven and hell exist here and now,
They are manifestations of human behavior.
Acts of oneness bring heaven in a moment,
Deeds of division breed hell from thin air.
The paradigm we have was made yesterday.
It is our world, let's build it our way.
Published on October 07, 2021 14:33
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acceptance, book-of-poems, freethought, global-harmony, heaven, humanism, humanitarian, nonduality, nonsectarian, nonsectarianism, oneness, peace-maker, rational-thinking, reasoning, rigidity, sonnet, traditions
Sonnet of Identity
Tell me O Mississippi,
What is my name?
For I lost my sense of self,
In line of service without gain.
Dear mountains of Blue Ridge,
Where did I come from?
I fathom not the worldly titles,
I deny narrowness as the norm.
Character makes the person,
Not pedigree and tradition.
If I can lift even five lives,
That’ll be my highest salvation.
So forget that I asked about my identity.
Service is my culture and my nationality.
What is my name?
For I lost my sense of self,
In line of service without gain.
Dear mountains of Blue Ridge,
Where did I come from?
I fathom not the worldly titles,
I deny narrowness as the norm.
Character makes the person,
Not pedigree and tradition.
If I can lift even five lives,
That’ll be my highest salvation.
So forget that I asked about my identity.
Service is my culture and my nationality.
Published on November 20, 2021 02:47
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be-the-change, character, heritage, humanist, humanist-poem, humanist-poetry, humanitarian, humanity, identity, naskareans, nonduality, nonsectarian, nonsectarianism, one-humanity, oneness, reformer, sacrifice, selfless, service-of-humanity, serving-humanity, social-studies, social-work, sonnet, tradition
I'm No Poet (The Sonnet) | Handcrafted Humanity
I thought I could bear the title poet,
But as it turns out, I cannot.
I can barely bear the title of scientist,
Let alone adding another next to it.
Each title feels like a burden herculean,
My heart cannot function with such burden.
If I am to create works of life and wholeness,
I must be free from titles, sane and insane.
My ideas are not born of mere thought,
If they were, there wouldn't be any torment.
My work comes from a land beyond labels,
A place deeper than thought can penetrate.
So you may call me whatever you like.
In my mind, I am but a nameless light.
But as it turns out, I cannot.
I can barely bear the title of scientist,
Let alone adding another next to it.
Each title feels like a burden herculean,
My heart cannot function with such burden.
If I am to create works of life and wholeness,
I must be free from titles, sane and insane.
My ideas are not born of mere thought,
If they were, there wouldn't be any torment.
My work comes from a land beyond labels,
A place deeper than thought can penetrate.
So you may call me whatever you like.
In my mind, I am but a nameless light.
Published on November 24, 2021 10:49
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Tags:
acceptance, advaita, humanist-poems, humanist-poetry, humanitarian-poems, inclusion, labels, nondual-philosophy, nondualism, nonduality, nonsectarian, one-humanity, oneness, poem, poems, poetry, poets, poets-and-poetry, sonnet, sufi-poetry, wholeness


