A Flight Out Of The Taittiriya* Mesh Comments

He was the dance, he was the swirl, He was the world’s torrential flow That needed not know land or shore Suns or domains afar any more He was the scripture free of worry Light of the manifest with all means buried! A thoughtful write........................10

Truly glorious and learned message of upanishad text is the theme of this poem and the real and vital essence of truth is here proclaimed in simple words and great. The spiritual texts are the treasure of knowledge and deep into the texts we reach to the supreme jnana where one have to take interest and conscious effort. A good and wise poem here I feel.

In your flowing poem you have tackled the glowing philosophy of the the three chapters of Yajurveda. You captured the essence of the proclamation, the steps of following, and the stage of realization. Beautiful poem taking one into something above and beyond. Thank you for a wonderful attempt.

Rajendran ji, you have injected into our mind a high dose of philosophy. The man after undergoing though various perils realizes that he too is a manifestation of the un-manifested Supreme. A brilliant piece of work with excellent diction..

At the end of a hazardous spiritual quest, the seeker after Truth finds that the created and the creator are one..... there is a divine spark in everyone! You have handled a complex philosophical subject with such ease and made it so lucid for everyone! Great write!

It was a great pleasure to read this poem for the sake of its philosophical content as well as its linguistic verve and beauty which zeroes in the oneness of the creator and his creation. Thank you very much, Sir. I would like to quote some beautiful lines: Where the Sun of Truth shines / In His timeless magnificence /...Till at last a surging love / From nowhere whispered: / In his pining ears: “Son dear, / Can you ever be / Other than me, the manifest? ”

when we traveling, and found , it has no end.......life is really very short, when we finish our travel? Does it mean that we have twain? Words of wisdom, tomes you rained Aren’t they very much in this mine This very manifest you want me leave? ”