Whispers Of The One Poem by Kali Kaivalya

OPENING REFLECTION


In fleeting forms, the world may rise and fall,

A dance of shadows cast on Maya's wall.

Yet deep within, beyond both name and face,

The Silent Self abides — unchanged through all.



The seeker's path winds out, then folds within,

Through joy and grief, through virtue, fault, and sin.

Yet ever waits, beyond both time and place,

The One, whose Song the heart has heard akin.



For Truth is not a treasure, lost then found,

Nor bound by words nor framed by form or sound.

It is the Light from which all visions spring,

The Self, the Whole — where all is one, unbound.





MAYA — The Veil of Illusion


The morning's bloom, the world's beguiling guise,

But melts beneath the Sun of Inner Eyes.

This dance of forms and names — a phantom play,

Where Truth stands veiled, and Shadow paints the skies.



A thousand waves upon the ocean leap,

Yet none from Sea their truer self can keep.

So too, the world in masks of night and day —

The One behind the Many lies asleep.





The loom of Time spins webs both vast and slight,

Yet who has glimpsed the Hand behind the night?

Maya, the dream, both far and near it seems,

And sways the heart, bewitched by borrowed light.



Like waves that dance upon the boundless Deep,

The world awakes — yet all in slumber sleep.

For what appears is but a fleeting breath,

And Truth alone its changeless watch doth keep.



In shadows cast, the Light is ever stayed,

The mind believes — and thus the heart's betrayed.

But lift the Veil, and lo! the Seeker sees —

The sought was Self, unlost, and unafraid.





THE SELF — The Silent Witness


Behind all thought, the Silent Witness stays,

Unmoved by Time, untouched by Night or Days.

Unborn, undying — changeless, vast, and clear —

The Self, in all, through all, forever plays.



The mirror shows, yet knows not what it sees,

The moonlight shines but borrows from the breeze.

So too the fleeting "I" that speaks and moves,

Is but the Light — behind all forms and trees.



The whispering self may weave its fleeting lore,

But Truth stands still, unshaken evermore.

Beyond all thought, beyond all will and name,

The Self remains — the boundless, changeless core.



You roam the world for peace, through toil and pain,

Yet round you turn and bind yourself again.

The Self, untouched by joy, by grief, by gain,

Abides, serene — beyond both loss and gain.



The Self sees not through eyes, yet all is seen,

It lights the stars, the voids that lie between.

What moves the world, yet moves not in itself,

Is That — the Truth, eternal and unseen.





BRAHMAN — The Infinite Reality


No edge confines the Sky, nor shore the Sea,

So stands the Self — from 'I' and 'Thou' set free.

Brahman alone, beyond all form and guise,

The Root unseen of all that seems to be.



From Silence born, to Silence all returns,

This fleeting world that weeps and sings and burns.

Yet Brahman dwells, unshaken and unstirred —

The Flame Eternal, though the cosmos turns.



You seek the One through form, through sound, through light,

Yet He eludes the seeker's mortal sight.

In silence pure, the Truth alone is known —

Beyond all thought, beyond both day and night.



The Flame that glows within can never fade,

Nor born, nor slain, nor by the world betrayed.

It is the One — the Self in all that is,

In you, in me — unchanging, undismayed.



In stillness seek, and find the Truth is near,

The drop and ocean — both divinely clear.

For Brahman sings in every heart that beats,

And speaks through every soul that learns to hear.





LIBERATION — The Awakening of the Soul

Not wealth nor power, the soul's release can buy,

But when the self and world together die.

The Boundless Self, once glimpsed, dissolves all chains,

And leaves the heart as free as wind and sky.



The seeker roams till all his days are done,

Yet finds at last the sought was never gone.

The path folds inward, walls of self fall bare —

And Self meets Self — and all is One.



The chains we wear are forged within the mind,

And freedom dawns when thought itself is blind.

To all that's less than One, the false, the part —

And wakes to see the Whole, in all, aligned.



What need of crown, or gold, or fleeting name,

When all we grasp returns to whence it came?

The Truth once known, all longing falls away,

And Freedom shines — unbound by loss or fame.



The soul that walks the inward path of Light,

Sees no divide, no wrong, no shade, no right.

For in the Self, the world is born anew,

And all are One — within that changeless sight.





ONENESS — The Eternal Song


No 'Other' dwells beneath the sky's wide dome,

No stranger walks the earth, no soul alone.

One Light, One Life, through all the world abides,

And Time dissolves where Boundlessness is known.



"Aham Brahmasmi" — soft the whisper flows,

Awake, O Soul, from dreams the ego sows.

The One you sought beyond the world's far rim,

Was ever You — the Self, that ever knows.



The shapes we see are shadows on a stream,

The Truth stands still — serene, beyond the dream.

In every face, in every breath it sings,

The One Eternal, pure, and all-supreme.



When hearts are joined in Truth, no walls remain,

The World is One — both joy, and loss, and gain.

For all you seek in eyes of friend or foe,

Is but the Self, in every form made plain.



We search for God in shrines of wood and stone,

Yet He abides where Heart and Mind are grown.

In every breath, in every thought He dwells,

And knowing This — the seeker stands alone.





CLOSING REFLECTION:


No path there is, no journey to complete,

The end and start in silence softly meet.

The Self alone remains when all is done —

The One, the Whole, the Truth, the Infinite.



So lay the seeking mind and self to rest,

Unclasp the heart from longing's old behest.

The Song of One has always filled the skies,

And all is well — for all is Brahman, blessed.