Meditations on Transcendence

**Whispers of Freedom** O Freedom, thou art the whisper of the soul,   Not in the world’s clamor, but where the heart grows whole.   Thou dost not dwell in the fleeting joys we chase,   But in the shelter of Krishna, in His boundless grace. The senses, like serpents, do lure with venom sweet,   Yet in their grip, we falter, stumbling at their feet.   But thou, O Freedom, are the sacred path we seek,   In Hrishikesha’s service, where the humble find the meek. In Krishna’s embrace, the chains of the world dissolve,   As the soul surrenders, the mysteries of life resolve.   Ananta Sewa, the eternal song, becomes our gentle guide,   Where in the Infinite’s love, true joy does reside. O Freedom, thy essence is not in the self alone,   But in surrender to Krishna, where the heart finds its home.   Lead us to the shore where divine love flows deep,   In the ocean of Purushottama, where our souls do sleep.

**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