‎the Eternal Tree Of Being Poem by Prabir Gayen

‎The Eternal Tree of Being
‎ Prabir Kumar Gayen
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‎A Hindu is a direct descendant of God,
‎A Hindu stands as the image of the Divine;
‎A Hindu is a river of Silence,
‎A Hindu—the hidden source of the Ganga.
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‎The DNA that inherits the ancient,
‎Yet forever new culture, is Hindu;
‎Hindu is the root of creation,
‎The absolute state of Being.
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‎The Veda—the luminous voice eternal,
‎The Upanishad—the seed of all becoming,
‎The Puran—the ever-renewing memory of time,
‎Declare: Hindu is no branch confined,
‎But the vast Tree that spreads through eternity.
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‎Branches arise with varied music;
‎On one, the eternal stillness—where Buddha sits beneath;
‎On another, pale with renunciation,
‎Mahabir stands with closed, unshaken eyes;
‎Below, a mighty limb resounds,
‎Where Nanak sings with countless Masters.
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‎The Tree of Hindu spreads,
‎piercing the sky of Time;
‎New branches unfold with new-born light.
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‎On one, Lao Tzu hums the song of unity;
‎On another, Socrates chants of deathless knowing;
‎Elsewhere, Heraclitus bends in ancient murmur,
‎Whispering the secret of opposites,
‎And their hidden One.
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‎Golden and silver branches surround,
‎Till the vast Tree becomes
‎An infinite sky of Consciousness.
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‎Each branch silent with immeasurable knowing;
‎Gorakh, Vivekananda, Kabir, Shankaracharya,
‎Seated upon the mighty limb of Sanatan Dharma,
‎Singing the song of humanity.
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‎Yet they know,
‎Another tree grows beside it,
‎With branches dark and poisoned.
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‎Against Love, it breeds hatred;
‎Against Compassion, it worships
‎The murderous minister of Darkness;
‎Against Dispassion, it argues and deceives,
‎Offering the perversion of desire as heaven;
‎Against the gospel of Love,
‎It raises its hand to kill the innocent.
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‎O sons and daughters of Vishnu,
‎Of the Absolute Brahman,
‎Divide not your pure religion
‎Into fragments of pride and blindness.
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‎No—never was the Hindu divided in essence.
‎A Brahman is no higher than a Shudra;
‎A Shudra is a Brahman in becoming.
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‎The Brahman is the guide through light;
‎The other—the seeker in devotion.
‎As Krishna and Arjuna,
‎As Ramakrishna and Vivekananda,
‎As Rama and Hanuman,
‎So flows the eternal relation.
‎God—the great Vishnu, the silent Shiva,
‎Is the Father;
‎And Hindu, and Christian, and all
‎Are but branches of the One Sanatan root.
‎Divide not the One into lesser forms.
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‎Can the eye claim to be greater than the hand?
‎Or the hand above the tongue?
‎Or the tongue above the feet?
‎Or the feet above the heart?
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‎Hindu is a mountain
‎From which four sacred rivers flow,
‎Fragrant and eternal,
‎With myriad streams: Tao, Tantra,
‎Yoga, Torah, and Talmud.
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‎Krishna is Christ-consciousness;
‎Buddha is Krishna-consciousness;
‎Mahabir—the austere song of renunciation
‎In the silence of Buddha.
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‎Heraclitus—the Ganga of thought,
‎Flowing from the Bodhi Tree
‎To the ancient soil of Greece,
‎Rising to the heights of Lao Tzu,
‎And dissolving at last
‎In the unseen Kailash of Being.
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‎O Masters of all religions,
‎O seekers and lovers of Truth,
‎Unite against the deadly tree
‎That bears only poisoned fruit
‎For all humanity.
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‎Let the Ganga unite
‎With the Nile, the Volga, the Huang He,
‎With Euphrates and Tigris,
‎Let all rivers become One Ocean.
‎Let Socrates, Plato, Lao Tzu, Heraclitus,
‎With Buddha, Mahabir, and Jesus,
‎Join hands with Vivekananda, Ramakrishna, Kabir,
‎Standing beneath the Temple Eternal,
‎Lighting the flame of Love and Compassion for all beings,
‎So that no poisonous tree
‎May ever again
‎Strike at the root of Creation,
‎No, never again,
‎For no reason, in no age.
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‎@Prabir Gayen
‎01/04/26/5: 42 PM.
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