Moth to a flame
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Oh solitude-filled thought!
From the heat of pain
that melts the heart,
There is only one solution —
A deep study of our own inner world.
Solitude, the greatest penance!!

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"तर्कगम्य नहीं — केवल बोधगम्य"

मैं न खण्ड हूँ,
न समास —
न प्रत्यक्ष, न अनुमान।
संज्ञा से परे, स्वर से सूक्ष्म —
वृत्त का न-केवल केंद्र,
बल्कि उसकी प्रज्ञा हूँ।

मेरा प्राकट्य निःश्रेयस में है,
जहाँ तर्क थमता नहीं,
बल्कि विलीन हो जाता है।

मैं वहाँ भी हूँ,
जहाँ प्रतीति नहीं पहुँचती —
और प्रयोजन
अपनी ही छाया में गल जाता है।

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I longed for money, far and wide,
Not knowing it lived deep inside.
I chased and ran, it slipped away,
Like shadows fleeing light of day.

I gathered skills, I learned, I grew,
But something deeper called me too.
The skills all whispered, soft and wise,
“First meet yourself—go look inside.”

I saw the dance—of shame and greed,
Of guilt and pain, of endless need.
Of anger buried, sadness still—
A heart that ached, a silent will.

But then, beneath that heavy tune,
I found the joy, a brighter moon.
Abundance swirled in goldend streams,
It lived within my quiet dreams.

What we seek in the world outside
Is in the soul we often hide.
To dive within, I sought some light
The Divine held me through the night.

I met myself, I healed the past,
And slowly, joy began to last.
Now money comes, not as a chase,
But as a gift of inner grace.

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