Meditations on Transcendence

  An Essay on Tolerance in the Face of Temporariness In the grand scheme of our existence, the awareness of jagat , the ever-moving temporariness of the world, fosters a profound tolerance within us. This tolerance is akin to enduring minor nuisances during a journey by train, comforted by the hope that our home is near. The Bhagavad Gita enlightens us on this matter, as Lord Krishna proclaims, "mātrā-sparśās tu kaunteya śītoṣṇa-sukha-duḥkha-dāḥ / āgamāpāyino ‘nityās tāṁs titikṣasva bhārata" (2.14). Here, we are advised to tolerate the fleeting sensations of pleasure and pain, knowing their impermanence. Our true home, the supreme and inexhaustible abode, lies beyond this temporary sojourn. The Bible echoes this sentiment in 2 Corinthians 4:18, “So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.” This divine promise of an eternal home cultivates in us an infinite sahisnuta (tolerance), for the end of

 (Verse 1) In the swirling depths of jagat's sea, We see 'sat' where it can never be, A Himalayan blunder, vast and grand, Casting shadows over this land. Disappointment rides on every breeze, Perplexity brings us to our knees, Bewildered hearts, in a darkened trance, Lost in the illusion's dance. (Chorus) Mohitam, mohitam, trapped in a dream, Giving 'sat' to jagat, or so it seems, In the maze of illusion, we lose our way, Seeking the dawn in the dying day. (Verse 2) Jagat's fleeting glimmers catch our eyes, Veiling truth in a thousand lies, In this world, we search in vain, For the eternal in the transient's reign. Disappointment's echo, a haunting call, Perplexity builds its towering wall, Bewildered minds in a tangled knot, Chasing shadows, the truth forgot. (Chorus) Mohitam, mohitam, trapped in a dream, Giving 'sat' to jagat, or so it seems, In the maze of illusion, we lose our way, Seeking the dawn in the dying day. (Bridge) In the quiet