Meditations on Transcendence

  Kantara: The Divine Call of Swadharma Kantara is a divine forest which beckons certain individuals to do God’s work. When there is disturbance or adharma, there is always dharma hidden inside adharma. And when that hidden dharma is disturbed, avatāra happens. In this cosmic play, Guliga and Panjurli beckon; Kadubetta Shiva was empowered; Berme was born for that sacred restoration. The forest becomes the stage, and man becomes the chosen instrument. We all are beckoned by our swadharma , our own inner law, for our abhyudaya — our growth — and for the preservation of the cosmos itself. The calling of swadharma does not come in excitement or noise, but often in the stillness of heavy boredom. That boredom is sacred — it is the pause before divine purpose speaks. Swadharma satisfies all three: your material desire, your spiritual upliftment, and cosmic preservation. The Greeks said the same in another tongue — that each soul has its logos, its inner flame that aligns with the or...

  Without Abhyāsa and Vairāgya, Swadharma Becomes Hollow Swadharma is not enough. One may know their path, feel it in the marrow, yet still fall short. Without abhyāsa — disciplined repetition — and vairāgya — dispassion toward results — swadharma remains inert, trapped in potential. Desire corrupts purpose. Laziness dulls talent. The world is full of the capable, unused. What transforms inner calling into outer contribution is not intention, but practice — daily, deliberate, sometimes dull. Abhyāsa is the fire. Vairāgya is the wind that keeps it clean. Together, they burn away ego, ambition, and fear. Only then does swadharma become sevā — not self-serving work, but sacred offering. Only then is the action aligned with Viśvātmā , the soul of the universe. Without these two — abhyāsa and vairāgya — even the noblest talent decays into vanity. With them, even humble work becomes divine. Discipline and detachment are the gatekeepers. All else is noise.

**In the shelter of surrender, the heart finds its wings.** Six petals unfurl, each a limb of sharaṇāgati, the sacred flower of devotion. The first is acceptance, where the soul rests in the embrace of divine will, as a river surrenders to the ocean's pull, knowing it will reach the sea. The second is rejection, a bird shedding old feathers to soar higher, leaving behind what no longer serves the journey. **In the third, faith blooms,** a tree deeply rooted in the soil of grace, unshaken by the storms of doubt. The fourth is humility, where the ego bows like a blade of grass in the wind, soft and supple, yielding to the divine touch. **Then comes atma-nivedana,** the offering of the self, where the heart is a fragrant flower placed at the feet of Sri Hari. Hidden within this surrender is svadharma, like a seed nestled within the earth, waiting to sprout. It is the innate rhythm, the natural skill embedded in every being, the melody the soul was born to play. **To protect and mainta...