In the space where name and form dissolve,
Vedanta seeks the truth that time can’t resolve.
Through Upanishads, Gita, and brahmasutra’s divine thread,
The path to Brahman is silently spread.
Brahman is the root, the infinite ground,
Unchanging, eternal, where all truths are found.
The world, its reflection—its apparent goal,
By Īśvara’s grace, we realise that the universe is whole.
The Self is not bound per se,
Yet in its journey, it does sway.
Karma it shapes with each choice it makes,
Rebirth and death, result in this path it takes.
No divisions by caste or creed,
Vedanta speaks of the soul’s truest need—
To see Brahman in all, in all, to see the One,
We realize all is illusion, and that this maya must be won.
Let us search the sacred texts with steady mind,
In their depths, the cosmic truth we find.
Through knowledge, through practice, through love we see,
That Brahman and Ātman are eternally free.