Echoes Of A Global Dharma [the Vedanta Wisdom] Poem by Kali Kaivalya

Sanatan is not born of one,

No single book, no single Sun.

It flows like time, it breathes, it grows—

A Dharma vast, no bound it knows.



Not cast in iron, nor frozen still,

It moves with mankind's changeless will.

It sheds the chains of hate and pride,

And teaches love, not war beside.



Religions bound by rigid walls

Breed fear, where once the Spirit calls.

From narrow minds and blinded creeds

Have sprung the world's most violent deeds.



To love one's faith is just and wise,

But hate must never cloud our skies.

For selfishness, when left unchecked,

Turns hearts to stone, makes souls forget.



Let us be gentle, just, and kind,

And keep an ever-open mind.

Embrace the many ways to pray—

In peace, let others find their way.



Not race, nor caste, nor creed, nor hue,

Nor flag of nation, red or blue—

Should ever be a cause to fight

When truth alone is source of light.



Twice in the past, our Earth did bleed—

From Nations drunk with pride and greed.

When flags were raised with fervent cry,

The world grew dark, and millions died.



Yet through the ash, a thought arose—

To let the tide of hate repose.

And countries once at war became

The torchbearers of Peace's flame.



But still, the dream remains undone—

A world united, truly one.

For humankind, by nature bold,

Moves evermore from fold to fold.



The migrant feet, the seeker's eyes—

They built the world we now call wise.

Through mingled lands and blended tongue,

The songs of human hope are sung.



Though borders rise, though walls defend,

The Earth beneath knows not their end.

Let reason rule and law prevail,

And not let prejudice derail.



Isms rose and isms fell—

Communes formed, and markets swelled.

Yet hunger haunts the crowded street,

And homes still lack a steady beat.



O world, arise, and strive once more

To knock upon a kinder door!

Let nations form a single plan

To heal the wounds of every man.



A future wait — a warless Earth,

A globe that knows each human's worth.

Where hands unite, not just in trade,

But where a higher peace is made.



If West grows cold and dims its flame,

Then let the East rise true to aim.

Let kindred minds and hearts unite,

To steer the world toward wiser light.



Through dialogue, through minds that meet,

May wisdom rise and wrath retreat.

So let us act, and not delay—

The soul of Earth must find its way.



Globalism is the dream to keep,

A vow for those who wake from sleep.



~~ Kali Kaivalya ~~


(As the virtuous mantra of the Rig Veda sways: 'Let noble thoughts come all my way.' And echoing through time's endless sea: 'The World is One Family.')