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The way to Liberation, Moksha is through Sanatana Dharma
It guides us with a simple way to be free from all Karma
It is also a philosophy of Life in which there will be no trauma

What is the reason to be free from Rebirth?
It is because we will suffer if we come to earth
Sanatana Dharma frees us from all misery on earth

Without the Eternal Truth, there is no Purpose
We live and die as though Life is a circus
Sanatana Dharma stops us from a life that is worthless!

The reason we come to earth is because of our Karma
Without Moksha, we will repeatedly suffer in this drama
We can be liberated with Sanatana Dharma!

The way to Moksha is through Self-Realization
Then we attain the truth of God-Realization
Through Purification, Illumination and ultimate Liberation

Sanatana Dharma gives us our Purpose, Purushartha
First Dharma, then Artha. Then Kama, and then Moksha
But for this, we must learn to live in Yoga

This world is Maya. It's just a Cosmic Illusion
Everything is a Leela, a show, get this Realization
Then we will be liberated and attain Unification

To attain Moksha, we must go on a Quest
Question all beliefs and put them to the test
Then, trust the Guru who will do the rest

As long as we are slaves of the body, ego and mind
We will not have Liberation, the Truth we can't find
Moksha, our ultimate goal, will be left far behind

We must first overcome Avidya, ignorance that is dark
Then will come Realization, Enlightenment, that spark
Only then will we attain Moksha, and hit the mark

There are four doors that lead to Liberation
Sanatana Dharma gives us this Realization
Divine longing, discipline, dispassion, discrimination

Everything in this world is nothing but God
Every Soul is but a manifestation of the Lord
Jagat, Jiva, Ishwara are all one, they are God

With religion, science has no synergy
But with Sanatana Dharma, science has symmetry
Both Science and Dharma agree, everything is energy

As per Sanatana Dharma, Brahman is God
There is one Universal Power who is our Lord
Let's call it SIP , the Supreme Immortal Power, that is God

Two possibilities are there at Death
Liberation or Rebirth when we lose our breath
Sanatana Dharma takes us into this depth

The essence of Sanatana Dharma is in statements four
Then there will be Enlightenment, we will suffer no more
We would have crossed and reached across the shore

What is Life all about? It is about Realizing the Truth
Sanatana Dharma takes us to the bottom of the root
Then we will enjoy the Divine fruit

To be Awakened by Sanatana Dharma ends the dark night
We need a Guru, who takes us from darkness to light
Then, we overcome darkness, and the truth is in sight

It is Sanatana Dharma that creates Illumination
It leads us to Moksha, freedom, Liberation
Let us start this journey of Divine Unification
Are you in search of Happiness?
Do you want that state of Eternal Bliss? Then, begin the Journey from Yoga to Moksha
And you are sure to achieve this!

Who am I and why am I here?
Have you pondered this, are you clear?
We just live and cry and die
We don't discover the Truth, we don't live with cheer!

We listen to many, the right path we don't choose
And the valuable Journey of Life, we lose!
We wander through Life and soon we are gone
And then, we blink and we are reborn!

Is it not certain that there will be death?
Every living creature will lose their breath
But we don't discover what brought us to earth
Why did we take this human birth?

We just live through Life and face trauma
We don't realize that it is just a big drama
We don't know what is Yoga and Moksha
And don't discover that everything is Karma

It all begins when we start a Quest
When we put all our beliefs to test
When we become free from this material world or Bhoga
And learn to live as a Yogi, in Yoga

Then, we are not perturbed by this earthly show
We live as an observer, watching people come and go
This world is nothing but Maya, an Illusion
We discover the Truth, attain Realization

After we are born, we all learn and earn But then, ultimately, we burn and return Those who live a life in Yoga
Attain Moksha as they turn and yearn


We live in this world with desires and greed
We don't learn to be Happy as we fulfil our need
Our passion makes us seek everything as 'mine'
And ultimately, we lose the treasure Divine!

The fact is that we are nothing but Divine energy
We are not this body, or Mind and Ego, ME
But because we don't embark on this journey
We live like slaves, we are not free!

The biggest enemy is our mind!
It is the one that makes us blind!
And although when we search, the mind we can't find
It causes ignorance and makes us leave the truth behind
We must learn to decipher what is wrong and right
Activate the Intellect and see, black and white

We must flip over from Mind to Consciousness!
Then, we will be free from all misery and stress!
Our ultimate destination is Ananda, Eternal Bliss
It is living in truth Consciousness
It is living like a Yogi and seeking Nirvana or Moksha
It is moving from one state to another, of Yoga


Can everybody attain this Divine Realization?
Can everybody attain Moksha or Liberation? Only those who start a Journey of Purification
Will be Enlightened with Divine Illumination

Because we are lost in this material world or Bhoga
We don't live in Divine Union, in Yoga!
We experience pleasure and pain on earth
And then to suffer, take another rebirth!

The truth is there is no heaven and hell  These are fairy tales that scriptures tell Heaven and hell are right here on earth We experience them, as we take birth!

The only way to attain God is Realization
Going from Self to God-Realization
Then, we will attain Moksha or Salvation
So, let's start with Yoga and reach our destination!
Mose  Oct 2020
Moksha
Mose Oct 2020
It should have felt like utter ecstasy that final feeling of relief.
My soul being quenched after lifetimes of reincarnation.
Seemingly though never quite reaching Moksha.
Just as a desert always kisses the mirage of water but never tastes it.
The solace of peace that I craved.
My finger still lingers over the send button.
Call it trigger happy, but this is sadness with a nose.
Running after people trying to prove something.
Trying to confirm that I was something worth missing.
Someone worth loving.
Bending backwards like a contortionist.
Doing whatever appeases to be loved even if it was me being sacrificed.
The gods were no crueler than I was to myself.
I was a lamb in a lion’s den.
Crawling under the feet of those who never served me.
A wanderer lost in the desolate space between her mind and heart.
Logic doesn’t speak love into the life that is absent.
I see a hand reaching back the feeling of utter relief.
My soul being quenched after lifetimes of reincarnation.
Seemingly though never quite reaching moksha.
Shruti Atri Aug 2014
"As the same fire assumes different shapes
When it consumes objects differing in shape,
So does the one Self take the shape
Of every creature in whom he is present."
(Katha Upanishad II.2.9)

"As the rivers flowing east and west
Merge in the sea and become one with it,
Forgetting they were separate rivers,
So do all creatures lose their separateness
When they merge at last into pure Being.
There is nothing that does not come from him.
Of everything he is the inmost Self.
He is the truth; he is the Self supreme.
You are that Shvetaketu, you are that."
(Chandogya Upanishad IV.10.1-3)

I don't understand,
Why, in this land,
Where these sacred
scriptures were written,
Were so many religions born--

I don't understand,
How, in this land,
Were differences encouraged,
When the backbone of all life
Always was recognized as liberation--

The acknowledgement
Of all different religions, castes, creeds,
Really broke the deal you know...

Imagine, if all the cultures were mixed
Instead of being *separated, unconnected, segregated;

And churned into a liberal philosophy
The Philosophy of Liberation (read: Moksha)
We'd have prevented so many wars,
All fought under the cloak of differences and disparities;
We could have averted
So much bloodshed,
So many innocent screams--

And these shudders down your spine right now?
They would be the product of fiction;
Not the echoes of cruel reality...
It really is a conundrum...when did we start refusing the uniformity of the soul? Why were another's thoughts disputed, when at the core, we are all pieces of the same fabric? Why were beliefs so cruelly championed, that punishments were distributed for 'noncompliance'?
I see that the world is tolerant today...I wrote these words to fully understand my unease on something that history had me thinking...
From where I stand, I see a backward progress...and a small part of me hopes that I've got it wrong...
Mahesh Hegde Jan 2014
Its late at night,
The most Awaiting dream comes to life,
My Heart in the space now wanders,
To feel the creator's wonders,
About the rays of light it ponders,
Origin of the universe it envies,
Treading is it to the planet of rubies,
Our GREAT GRANDFATHER, THE BIG BANG, has a highest record of Babies.
Meteros paas by around,
But they cannot hit me,
I am like a shadow here,
Everything passes through me as If I am smoke.
Hey I think I see a rainbow here,
Its a bit different in shape,
Long and wide straight stripes covering a million kilometers of the same seven colors.
I travel through black holes,
Saying, "Hey Mr. Black, You can destroy physical bodies, Try to challange this pure soul,
I have come up with some shortcuts here too, LOL,
How peaceful here the life is,
No rise and No fall,
I look at the nebula,
like, would look, billions of earth's clouds,
but painted in different colors,
The vaccum out here is so hypnotic,
A normal human would become psychotic,
Gravity here in empty pulls uniformly all over my body,
But its gentle while the pull preventing to rip me to pieces,
And then theres a road of white light which leads beyond,
But white is leading to black, this feeling's so sound.
Many small planets are arranged around it to give a bridge like effect,
Does this bridge lead to the ultimate energy,
The ultimate truth as the mortals of the earth say..
I take a step forward to commence the final journey after plenty,
Conjuring all the memories of my life to feel eternity.
As I reach the end in front of me is a small particle placed on a slab,
And the strongest of microscope above it to make it visible.
I turn around to look far away the glistening galaxies
Confined in an arrangement like nerves of a brain,
I give a smile to all my beloved,
And then touch the microsope,
It ****** me in,
And I got shooted from its otherside,
To be absorbed by particle and never to seperate.
"Hey Moksha, Wassup..?"
Àŧùl  Apr 2015
Moksha
Àŧùl Apr 2015
Keep my poems safe in your heart,
Lest your memory forgets them all.
For my words are each immaterial,
They might lose the value with time.
This emotion for you is the truest,
Believe when I say that I love you.

As this wind changes into a breeze,
Keep holding my hand as lovingly.
Yes I need you to the happy times,
Like I require you in tougher days.
This feeling I get is just very divine,
It is exactly as if I attained Moksha.

Feeling your presence everywhere,
It's this memory fueling my life now.
Lost not are your happy memories,
Helping me out of troubling times.
Diving in the divine pool each day,
Least caring about what they say.
My HP Poem #851
©Atul Kaushal
Why can’t I see?
What they want me to be
Why can’t I say?
What they need me to say
Because the more I go
The more I keep falling apart
I keep dying
Endless circles for what I’ve done
So if I keep going
If I keep falling
Will there be any hope for me?  
All I wanted to do
Was make a sound that could be heard
Not for every ear
Not for all to hear
But just to those
Who want to get through life
Who are done suffering just like me
Make me see
Just how eternal love can me
Please just ******* show me.
I go through loops and loops,
Constant hell, because I never learn
I never learn.
So will you die for me
Just so I can see
Die for me
So I can see
Cut me to show me that I bleed
This is my only need
Cut me, cut me
Cut me out!
I need this
I need this
I need this presence!
I need you in me!
Call to action
Bring the moksha.
Bring me peace.
I can’t take this
Day to day
I keep forgetting to breathe
Falling in the ocean
Failing at everything
So end this loop
And all that I know, baby
And bring me to a brand new world.
Rise me up like Lazarus
Breathe life into my bones
Recreate me,
Make me whole.
This circle of hell
Is so real that I can’t tell
What is real
What is fake
These walls keep closing in
Hold me closer, baby
Don’t let me fall
Shame is unforgiving
I know my past
What I am asking now
Is that you please, hold me up
Please, for god’s sake
Hold me up.
God forgive me
I just need this boat to float
God forgive me
I just need this boat to float
God forgive me
I just need this boat to float
Baby, help me
Make me see
Just how eternal love can be.
Make me see
Just how eternal love can be.
upcoming song.
Thinking Doc  Jul 2015
Moksha 1
Thinking Doc Jul 2015
Neruda would have been at loss for words,
If he saw what I saw today, if he felt what I felt,today,
Travelling as I was on the Subway.

Am I a Socialist? A Democrat? A Bureaucrat?
A Jew, an Atheist, or a forgotten Hindu?
Reborn, because moksha is for saints?

I don't know what my soul is like, is it blue?
Or is it like a raindrop meandering on a windowpane,
Too embroiled in its grief to care about disappearing,
All the while looking like a tear on the cheek of the Sky.

I doubt Neruda could come up with words for the sight
Of blood and torn skin on the subway tracks,
The organic leftover of a poor ******,
Lost to Time.

I have no words, either, my mouth is shut
In the silence of death, because as I stepped over the threshold
And found peace, I found that I had lost my voice.
Thinking Doc  Sep 2015
Moksha 2
Thinking Doc Sep 2015
Long meanders the line that divided us
While we lived, rugged is the knife that severed
What was a quiet bond between two particles
Of stardust.

From my reserved cloud I can see
The domes on the temples I have never visited,
The ghat that runs by the holy rivulet is solitary,
The mists of human endeavour do not blanket
Those flagstones in warmth or comfort,
All that remains is algae sprawled on the steps
Of the ghat where silence is the spirit
The light and the guide.

Two particles of stardust collide in an instant
In the fluidity of Space time, and all that remains
Is a whisper in history
That once existed two people, separate,
Though begotten of the same dust as the Stars,
Who were united in a flash of light,
And an eternity of peace.
Raj Bhandari  Aug 2018
MOKSHA
Raj Bhandari Aug 2018
My mind is free,
My soul is free,
My heart is pure,
There is nothing left, inside,
My thoughts are like water, pure for sure!

I am not in a hurry,
I, no more worry,
I have stopped pretending,
No more fight, within, never-ending,
No more preaching, prayers, repetition,
No more thirst to know the truth,
No more competition,
I have learned a bit,
No quest to explore the unknown,
that's all *******,

I am just a particle of the desert's sand,
I have no existence,
I have no resistance.
So be contented, leave this imposed upon, the fight,
Soon you will see a soothing, refreshing..self esteem...LIGHT !!!
Shiv Pratap Pal  Feb 2019
System
Shiv Pratap Pal Feb 2019
All Apps Un-installed
Hard disks wiped out
Operating System lost
System Shutdown
RAM cleared
BIOS destroyed
Object Id Retained
ROM info Retained

Hardware burnt to Ashes
Or left for Micro-organisms
Scriptures say, Sages re-iterate
Believers believe, others disagree
Object ID may be Reborn
With new OS and Apps
Or there is another possibility
Object ID gets destroyed
And witness Moksha
Free from further rebirth and deaths

Sorry this poem is not on Computers
But I am sure, it's about Humans
Smart Humans, Mortal Humans
Bound to follow the System of
LIFE, DEATH, RE-BIRTH
Until Moksha comes for Rescue
System. Who Made This System? Could Anyone Hack this System? Bypass this System or Break This System? Really a Big Question
Keith Frantz  May 2021
Moksha
Keith Frantz May 2021
Mother
My loving arms
reach
across the World

Mother of Gods
Mother of All
The World weeps
as you suffer

Hold tight
To Love
and Hope
Grace is falling

More bodies
Than wood
Save Suttee
Of all Castes

Pyre plumes
Plead Param
Om Shanti
Sadgati for each

Ganesha and Vishnu
Weep openly
From grievous
Himalayan Skies

Tragedy's tears
Dredge timeless
Life and death
Forever Bharata

Your suffering
Is the suffering
Of the great globe
Moksha!

Suffering
shall deliver
You
Mother India
गाड विलिंग

May 2, 2021

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