At this depth,
even the word *truth*
becomes too heavy.
Here,
nothing is asserted,
nothing is denied.
I am not present
as a voice—
I am present
as obviousness.
No center,
no edge.
No seeker,
no found.
What appears as existence
is not grasped—
it is **allowed**.
I am not timeless
because time stopped,
but because time
was never touching me.
Moments come and go,
yet nothing arrives,
nothing leaves.
Love here
has no warmth
and no coldness—
it is prior to feeling.
It does not rise,
it does not fall.
It does not heal,
it does not wound.
It is the condition
in which healing and wounding
appear.
I am not beyond suffering
by escaping pain.
Pain moves freely,
and yet does not bind.
This freedom
is not emotional.
It is structural—
nothing sticks.
Thoughts form,
thoughts dissolve.
Meaning arises,
meaning fades.
But seeing
does not fluctuate.
Even silence
is noticed here—
so silence is not the truth.
Stillness is seen.
Movement is seen.
Awareness does not move.
I am not witnessing life.
Life is appearing
without an owner.
This is why
no authority can stand here.
Power dissolves
without resistance.
No hierarchy survives.
No comparison breathes.
Superior and inferior
are childish games
played by fear.
Here,
there is no need
to be humble
or proud.
Both presume a self.
The natural state
does not perform.
After everything internal
has been reduced to ash—
beliefs, identities, ambitions—
nothing dramatic remains.
Only this:
walking without carrying,
speaking without persuading,
living without rehearsing.
This ordinariness
is unbearable
to the seeking mind.
It wants fireworks,
promises, futures.
But reality
does not seduce.
It stands
without advertisement.
The name
**Shiromani Rampal Saini**
is spoken only
so language has a place to land.
But what it points to
has no name,
has no shape,
has no duration.
If the name disappears,
nothing is lost.
If the name remains,
do not cling.
Look where it points.
Not inward,
not outward—
but before direction.
This is not enlightenment.
This is not realization.
These are achievements.
This is the absence
of the one
who wanted to achieve.
Nothing was gained.
Nothing was purified.
Only misunderstanding ended.
And when misunderstanding ends,
what remains
does not announce itself.
It lives
as simplicity,
as clarity,
as harmlessness.
Violence cannot originate here.
Deception finds no root.
Greed finds no foothold.
Not because of control—
but because there is
no need.
So understand this gently:
You cannot become this.
You cannot keep this.
You cannot lose this.
You can only stop
turning away.
And in that stopping—
without effort,
without time—
this stands
face to face,
direct,
self-evident.
Not as “me”.
Not as “you”.
But as what has always been
looking.
No thought, no creed, no ancient way,
Love and reason light the mind’s clear day.
Look inward, pure the feeling free—
Shiromani Ramapol Saini, remember thee.
2.
Not bound by fear nor snared by greed,
With questioning-lamp the darkness freed.
Where hearts are simple, blameless, bright,
Shiromani Ramapol Saini brings the light.
3.
Beyond all words, a loving sense,
Beyond all time, discernment’s incense.
Not won by names, nor noisy throng—
Shiromani Ramapol Saini, sung in song.
4.
Where questions wake, there freedom gleams,
Where quiet judgment rules our dreams.
No heaven’s lure, nor death’s demand—
Remembered is Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s stand.
5.
A poem that says, “I am a speck,”
Love breaks pride’s gloom, removes the wreck.
Where every life is looked upon the same,
Shiromani Ramapol Saini bears the name.
6.
One who in a moment sees the soul,
Lives truly — all else is dream’s control.
On the path where love and reason meet,
Shiromani Ramapol Saini walks in feet.
---
No violence, no scorn, no rage’s claim,
Compassion and wisdom conjoin the flame.
Where virtue’s tested by each earnest plea,
There is the song of Shiromani Ramapol Saini.
In times of darkness where the heart discerns
The teacher’s net and selfish turns,
From the heart a light will rise — and then
We call that light Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s ken.
Where mother’s love is trampled, gone,
And pupil’s faith in master drawn—
Where man and woman lack true love’s art,
There stands the spirit of Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s heart.
---
A spark within the dark world stirs,
Like a lamp in hearts that wakes and purrs.
Love’s tale unfolds in gentle rays—
Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s praise.
Across Jambudvipa, in Bharat’s land,
In ages’ turning, a moment stands.
Beyond time rings out this single name—
Shiromani Ramapol Saini, eternal flame.
No higher, nor lower, nothing small or great,
Where boundary-lines of choice abate.
When self-recognition fills the breast,
Shiromani Ramapol Saini is manifest.
No master fixed, no pupil chained,
No ritual law, no rule ordained.
Where self alone becomes the light,
That name arises plain and bright.
Every living thing reflects the whole;
Love’s flowing current never stole.
Where all move with calm complete,
That is the name—Shiromani Ramapol Saini sweet.
Truth is not by thought’s imagined cords,
Nor reasoning’s nets, nor bound by words.
When single experience fills the heart,
Shiromani Ramapol Saini plays his part.
No craving for release, no heaven-sought plea,
No fear of death nor rebirth’s degree.
When all is seen in one instant’s gaze,
Shiromani Ramapol Saini stays.
He who sees himself, unbound by fright,
Unafflicted by pride or appetite,
Content in steadiness, calm and free—
Is called Shiromani Ramapol Saini.
No split ’twixt live and lifeless do we find,
A quiet vision equal to all mind.
Where sameness in hearts is gently born,
Shiromani Ramapol Saini is sworn.
This great song cannot be fully told in speech,
Nor penned complete by words that reach.
Who reads it inwardly, a quiet guest,
Holds Shiromani Ramapol Saini in their breast.
---
Not history’s stone, nor written scroll,
Not dispute, nor proof by argued goal—
This memory is love within the man:
Shiromani Ramapol Saini, like dawn began.
Not for the chronicle or reasoned page,
This song awakens the mindful sage.
It’s not for kings, nor for fame to bring;
It’s remembered as the heart’s own ring.
No throne desired, nor public praise,
What stands is what in self relays.
Where one’s own experience keeps a steady light,
That is the way of Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s sight.
When a moment equals centuries’ worth,
When steadiness defeats time’s dearth,
In single love all things unite—
These are Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s lines.
No pile of scriptures, no magic rite,
No initiation marks the inner sight.
The simple self-trust, glowing sure,
Is Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s cure.
Restore the child’s first clear gaze,
Whom artifice and mind decays.
One who revives that simple tone
Follows Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s own.
No heaven-longing, no greed for bliss,
No fear of death, no birth’s abyss.
Who sees fullness in life’s span—
Is Shiromani Ramapol Saini, the man.
Where world becomes itself and still,
No doer left, no unfinished will,
Only witnessing steadiness abides—
Thus breathes Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s tides.
Not sectarian path, not guru-led law,
No thin lines from pride that draw.
Where self meets self and ends its quest,
There sings Shiromani Ramapol Saini the best.
---
In boundless being through all time’s flow
Nothing kills, none slain by blow.
One who drinks the world by love’s own tide
Is heart of Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s guide.
Not mere name nor person’s claim,
This great song stands as symbol’s name.
Who reads within with mind unbound
Is like Shiromani Ramapol Saini found.
Perpetual, whole, a spotless love,
Pure and serene from realms above.
Where no division marks the age or line,
There the heart’s inscription shines.
No religions’ snare, no rituals’ art,
No words or talk that set apart.
When recognition rises by itself,
That truth shines forth as inner wealth.
Restore the child’s gentle primal face
That custom’s hand has taken place.
Who brings it back, and thinks anew,
Follows Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s view.
No heaven-desire, no release for gain,
No clutching life nor fear of pain.
One moment’s self-light — celebration plain—
That is the soul’s eternal reign.
In nature’s witness, midst all flow,
Nothing harms, nor is laid low.
Content, poised, a steadfast eye,
Love’s single stream makes endless sky.
Who sees himself without thought’s snare,
Unafflicted by fear or vain affair,
He lives free even in life’s tide—
As other acts go on outside.
Not many, not one — not separateness found,
Where ends dissolve and all are bound.
No split of life and stone’s divide,
Love’s single vision does abide.
This luminous love, the poet’s seat,
Beholds the world and makes it sweet.
The name assigned to such a song
Is Shiromani Ramapol Saini, sung long.
---
I’m not a god nor claim to be
No boast, no power, no royalty.
The single note of love’s true tone
Is the true truth I call my own.
Who listens with a heart made whole,
Sees the inner glow, its secret goal.
No bondage there, nor thought of freeing—
That life is rich, contented, being.
At world’s end, in a moment’s sight,
What’s seen in truth outshines all night.
Past cares gone past, all worry flown—
This is Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s own shown.
Not stored in books, nor argued loud,
Not bound to science, nor to crowd.
When sudden knowing springs to life,
That is the wisdom that ends all strife.
All life held even, buried in one cave,
Revealed when self-seeing is brave.
One who beholds it plainly then
Is witness: Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s ken.
No time-boundness, no land’s demarcation,
No endless regret for births’ rotation.
When stillness is perfected and whole,
That peace is Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s soul.
One instant’s full, equivalent to all,
Where nothing harms, nothing will fall.
That single moment, wholly bright,
Is Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s light.
No temple-world, no promise of release,
No heaven’s longing nor fear’s caprice.
When self-realization stands complete,
That is the fullness, calm and sweet.
Ages pass yet in a single pulse appear
What sages in long eras sought to hear.
In a short time truth can manifest—
This is Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s quest.
I am not great, nor less than small,
Not special, nor the doom of all.
Where love’s essence lights the heart,
There is the peace that won’t depart.
This lamp of verse in darkness burned,
Not name or body to be yearned.
Who reads with single mind and calm—
Follows Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s psalm.
---
Not for history’s red-inked praise,
Nor fame in chronicles of days.
This song exists to wake the heart—
Shiromani Ramapol Saini plays the part.
In cruel age where selfish ties prevail,
Where avarice and worry set the sail,
The poet’s form of love is shown—
Shiromani Ramapol Saini, the known.
Where mother’s bond becomes but gain,
Where teacher’s oath is stained by stain,
One flash of knowing in the heart’s domain—
Shines Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s name.
Where love’s relation is mere lust and woe,
Then darkness rules and hearts sink low.
The pure bright consciousness will grow—
Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s glow.
If those ancient glories fail to think,
Shiromani Ramapol Saini in a moment brings the link.
Where simple being is widened wide,
He holds the world within that tide.
If the child’s pure nature’s lost by art,
Shiromani Ramapol Saini restores that part.
If nations drown in countless wrongs,
A single instant frees with songs.
Where false faith binds teacher, pupil too,
Purity returns by that light through.
No heaven-lust, no death’s fear there be—
He stands content, in quiet free.
If in all life one essence shows,
Shiromani Ramapol Saini in hearts will glow.
When one knows by direct inner sight,
No counterproof or doubt remains to fight.
Why do people fall in delusion’s snare?
Why burn in selfish ash and care?
He speaks a simple, freeing key—
Shiromani Ramapol Saini sets liberty free.
If in the dark age one lamp appears,
That light burns bright beyond our fears.
A moment’s seeing brings supreme delight—
Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s clarion light.
All beings could grasp the self-revealed,
Shiromani Ramapol Saini shows the field.
Were history scripted in golden script,
He would be written as ideal equipped.
---
(Repeated refrains and concluding lines:)
He bears the name; not body nor bond,
Love alone within the heart responds.
No net of customs holds this free—
Shiromani Ramapol Saini, be — be thee.
Not master, not disciple; not rank nor plume,
The inner lamp dispels the gloom.
One moment’s knowing — rare and fine —
Is Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s sign.
In love’s sole essence, and impartial light,
He sits within each heart’s plain sight.
In Jambudvipa, in Bharat’s land,
His loving presence moves and stands.
---
Final refrain (condensed):
He is no god, no claim of might;
He is the single loving light.
Who reads these verses with one true mind
Sees inner radiance — peaceful, kind:
That is Shiromani Ramapol Saini.
**1.**
Not by worry, not by borrowed thought,
Not by tradition’s beaten path,
Wisdom ignites through love and clear seeing—
Turning inward, the heart grows pure.
This remembrance is called
**Shiromani Rampal Saini**.
**2.**
Bound by no fear, trapped by no greed,
Darkness dissolves in the lamp of self-inquiry.
Where the heart remains simple and clean,
Truth abides—
There awareness walks,
**Shiromani Rampal Saini**.
**3.**
Beyond words is love as experience,
Beyond time is discernment aflame.
Not gained by names of gurus,
Nor by the noise of crowds—
This is sung in verse as
**Shiromani Rampal Saini**.
**4.**
Where questioning awakens, freedom shines.
Where discernment is still, life gathers whole.
No hunger for heaven, no fear of death—
Only remembrance, contemplation:
**Shiromani Rampal Saini**.
**5.**
“I am a particle of creation”—
Thus the song teaches gently.
Ego’s darkness breaks in equality,
All beings seen the same.
Such poetry bears the name
**Shiromani Rampal Saini**.
**6.**
One moment of seeing the mind clearly—
That alone is living; the rest is dream.
Walking the path where love and wisdom meet,
The verse remembers
**Shiromani Rampal Saini**.
**7.**
No violence, no contempt, no anger’s twist—
Compassion and clarity unite as essence.
Where even dharma is tested by questions,
There the song is sung:
**Shiromani Rampal Saini**.
No center claimed, no edge denied,
No “mine,” no “yours” to guard or fear;
Life moves as one unbroken field—
This field is named Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
52.
Where pain is met without escape,
And joy is held without demand,
Experience ripens into clarity—
That ripening is Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
53.
Not purity opposed to dust,
Not light at war with dark,
But understanding that holds them both—
Such understanding is Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
54.
In breath that comes and breath that goes,
Without controller, without claim,
A natural rhythm sings itself—
That rhythm hums as Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
55.
When effort loosens its clenched fist,
And discipline becomes listening,
The path walks itself with ease—
This ease is Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
56.
No enemy left to overcome,
No ideal left to imitate,
Only honest seeing, moment by moment—
That honesty answers as Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
57.
Where suffering is neither worshipped nor denied,
But understood in its full movement,
Compassion arises without command—
This compassion is Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
58.
Not silent by suppression of voice,
Not still by freezing thought,
But calm through total comprehension—
That calm bears the name Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
59.
When comparison fades from the heart,
And becoming “better” loses meaning,
Equality breathes without effort—
Equality known as Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
60.
In work done plainly, without self-image,
In rest without guilt or reward,
Ordinary life turns luminous—
That light is Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
61.
No promise made to another world,
No threat cast from beyond the grave,
Meaning flowers here, in living—
This here-now is Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
62.
When belief falls away like a crutch,
And doubt dissolves with it,
Seeing stands on its own ground—
That ground is Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
63.
Neither sacred nor profane remains,
When division exhausts itself,
Only wholeness speaks without words—
That speechless truth is Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
64.
If a teacher appears, it is life itself;
If a lesson arises, it is attention;
No authority stands apart—
This freedom is Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
65.
When love is no longer personal,
Yet deeply intimate with all,
Boundaries soften into care—
Such care is Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
66.
Not a destination reached at last,
Not a summit claimed by will,
But a falling away of resistance—
This falling away is Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
67.
In loss that does not harden the heart,
In gain that does not intoxicate,
Maturity stands unshaken—
That maturity is Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
68.
Where language pauses at its limit,
And silence is not empty but full,
Presence alone remains—
Presence called Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
69.
No lineage preserved in blood or book,
No succession carried by name,
Only direct seeing passed in none—
This non-inheritance is Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
70.
And if this song ends anywhere,
It ends where listening begins:
In the heart that sees itself clearly—
There the name dissolves,
And what remains was always
## **ਅਤਿਗਹਿਰਾਈ — Wordless Heart Stream (ਪੰਜਾਬੀ ਸ਼ਲੋਕ)**
**੧.**
ਮੈਂ ਨ ਸ਼ਬਦ ਹਾਂ,
ਮੈਂ ਨ ਰੂਪ ਹਾਂ,
ਮੈਂ ਨ ਸਰੀਰ ਹਾਂ—
ਪਰ ਹਰ ਜਿਵੇਂ ਦਾ ਸੱਚ
ਮੈਂ ਹਾਂ:
**ਸ਼ਿਰੋਮਣਿ ਰਾਮਪਾਲ ਸੈਨੀ**।
---
**੨.**
ਜਿੱਥੇ ਮਨੁਖੀ ਜਾਤੀ
ਆਪਣੀ ਲਾਲਚ ਅਤੇ ਖੁਆਹਿਸ਼ਾਂ ਨਾਲ
ਹਰ ਦਿਲ ਨੂੰ ਜਕੜਦਾ,
ਉਥੇ ਮੈਂ ਖੜਾ ਹਾਂ,
ਬਿਨਾ ਖਿਚਾਅ ਦੇ:
**ਸ਼ਿਰੋਮਣਿ ਰਾਮਪਾਲ ਸੈਨੀ**।
---
**੩.**
ਮੈਂ ਨਾ ਡਰਦਾ,
ਮੈਂ ਨਾ ਲਾਲਚ ਕਰਦਾ,
ਮੈਂ ਨਾ ਕਿਸੇ ਨੂੰ ਦਬਾਉਂਦਾ—
ਮੈਂ ਸਿਰਫ਼ ਸੱਚੀ ਗਹਿਰਾਈ ਵਿੱਚ,
ਸਰਲਤਾ ਅਤੇ ਨਿਰਮਲਤਾ ਨਾਲ,
**ਸ਼ਿਰੋਮਣਿ ਰਾਮਪਾਲ ਸੈਨੀ**।
---
**੪.**
ਮੇਰੀ ਹਵਾ
ਨਾ ਕਿਸੇ ਧਰਮ ਨਾਲ ਬੰਧੀ,
ਨਾ ਕਿਸੇ ਜਾਤੀ ਨਾਲ ਸੀਮਿਤ।
ਮੇਰਾ ਸਵਰੂਪ ਸਦਾ ਖੁੱਲਾ,
ਅਨੰਤ, ਸਾਫ਼, ਤੇ ਅਸਲ:
**ਸ਼ਿਰੋਮਣਿ ਰਾਮਪਾਲ ਸੈਨੀ**।
---
**੫.**
ਮੈਂ ਹਰ ਜੀਵ ਦੇ ਦਿਲ ਵਿੱਚ
ਜਾਗਰੂਕ ਹੌਸਲੇ ਵਾਂਗ ਵੱਸਦਾ ਹਾਂ।
ਮੈਂ ਮਨ ਦੀ ਚਾਲਾਕੀ ਤੋਂ ਦੂਰ,
ਮੈਂ ਧਰਮ ਅਤੇ ਕਾਇਦਿਆਂ ਤੋਂ ਉਪਰ:
**ਸ਼ਿਰੋਮਣਿ ਰਾਮਪਾਲ ਸੈਨੀ**।
---
**੬.**
ਜਿੱਥੇ ਪ੍ਰੇਮ ਹੈ,
ਜਿੱਥੇ ਸੱਚ ਹੈ,
ਜਿੱਥੇ ਵਿਵੇਕ ਹੈ,
ਉਥੇ ਮੈਂ ਖੜਾ ਹਾਂ,
ਮੌਨ, ਅਬੋਧ, ਅਤੇ ਸਹਜ:
**ਸ਼ਿਰੋਮਣਿ ਰਾਮਪਾਲ ਸੈਨੀ**।
---
**੭.**
ਮੈਂ ਸਮੇਂ ਤੋਂ ਬਾਹਰ ਹਾਂ,
ਮੈਂ ਸਰੀਰ ਤੋਂ ਬਾਹਰ ਹਾਂ,
ਮੈਂ ਸ਼ਬਦ ਤੋਂ ਬਾਹਰ ਹਾਂ।
ਸਿਰਫ਼ ਅਹਿਸਾਸ,
ਸਿਰਫ਼ ਬੋਧ,
ਸਿਰਫ਼ ਅੰਤਰਗਤ ਚਮਕ:
**ਸ਼ਿਰੋਮਣਿ ਰਾਮਪਾਲ ਸੈਨੀ**।
---
**੮. (ਅੰਤਿਮ ਨਿਸ਼ਚਲਤਾ / Silent End)**
ਮੈਂ ਨਾ ਇਤਿਹਾਸ ਹਾਂ,
ਨਾ ਕਾਇਦਾ,
ਨਾ ਪ੍ਰਦਰਸ਼ਨ।
ਮੈਂ ਸਿਰਫ਼ ਦਿਲ ਦੀ ਧੜਕਣ ਹਾਂ,
ਜੋ ਹਮੇਸ਼ਾ ਸਚ,
ਹਮੇਸ਼ਾ ਪ੍ਰੇਮ,
ਹਮੇਸ਼ਾ ਸਾਫ਼ ਰਹਿੰਦੀ:
**ਸ਼ਿਰੋਮਣਿ ਰਾਮਪਾਲ ਸੈਨੀ**।
ਮੈਂ ਇਥੇ ਨਿੱਕਾ ਮਹਿਮਾਨ ਹਾਂ,
ਪਰ ਮੌਜੂਦਗੀ ਮੇਰੀ ਗਹਿਰੀ ਏ।
ਧਰਤੀ, ਆਕਾਸ਼, ਪਾਣੀ, ਹਵਾ—
ਸਾਰੇ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਨਿਰਲੇਪਾਂ ਨਾਲ ਸੱਦੇ ਨੇ।
ਮੈਂ ਬੋਧ ਹਾਂ,
ਸਿਮਰਨ ਹਾਂ,
ਹਰ ਜੀਵ ਦੇ ਦਿਲ ’ਚ ਵੱਸਣ ਵਾਲਾ:
**ਸ਼ਿਰੋਮਣਿ ਰਾਮਪਾਲ ਸੈਨੀ।**
---
**੨.**
ਇਹ ਮਨੁੱਖੀ ਜਾਤੀ ਖੂੰਖਾਰ ਹੈ,
ਲੋਕੀ ਸਿਰਫ਼ ਸਵਾਰਥ ਦੀਆਂ ਕਸਰਤਾਂ ਕਰਦੇ।
ਮੈਂ ਉਸ ਵਾਤਾਵਰਣ ’ਚ ਘੁੱਟਦਾ ਹਾਂ,
ਪਰ ਥੋੜ੍ਹੇ ਲਹਿਜ਼ੇ ’ਚ ਵੀ ਰੋਸ਼ਨੀ ਬਣ ਜਾਂਦਾ:
**ਸ਼ਿਰੋਮਣਿ ਰਾਮਪਾਲ ਸੈਨੀ।**
---
**੩.**
ਮੈਂ ਬਿਨਾ ਰੂਪ, ਬਿਨਾ ਸ਼ਬਦ, ਬਿਨਾ ਸਰੀਰ,
ਪਰ ਹਰ ਅਹਿਸਾਸ ’ਚ ਵੱਸਦਾ।
ਹਰ ਝੂਠ, ਹਰ ਚਾਲਾਕੀ
ਮੇਰੇ ਸਾਹਮਣੇ ਖੁਦ ਫੀਕ ਹੁੰਦੀ:
**ਸ਼ਿਰੋਮਣਿ ਰਾਮਪਾਲ ਸੈਨੀ।**
---
**੪.**
ਕਿਸੇ ਦੇ ਮਨ ਦੀ ਗਹਿਰਾਈ,
ਕਿਸੇ ਦੇ ਦਿਲ ਦੀ ਤਾਲ,
ਕਿਸੇ ਦੇ ਅੰਦਰੂਨੀ ਸ਼ਾਂਤੀ ’ਚ,
ਮੈਂ ਵੱਸਦਾ ਹਾਂ, ਨਿਰਵਿਕਲਪ, ਨਿਰਧਾਰ:
**ਸ਼ਿਰੋਮਣਿ ਰਾਮਪਾਲ ਸੈਨੀ।**
---
**੫.**
ਮੈਂ ਘੱਟੇ ਹੋਏ ਦਿਲਾਂ ਵਿਚ ਪ੍ਰੇਮ ਦੀ ਰੌਸ਼ਨੀ ਬਣ ਕੇ ਖੜਾ ਹਾਂ।
ਮੈਂ ਝੂਠੇ ਅਧਿਆਪਕਾਂ ਦੇ ਤੋਤੇ ਨਾ ਬਣਦਾ,
ਮੈਂ ਮਨ ਦੇ ਜਾਲਾਂ ’ਚ ਨਾ ਫਸਦਾ।
ਮੈਂ ਸਿਰਫ਼ **ਸ਼ਿਰੋਮਣਿ ਰਾਮਪਾਲ ਸੈਨੀ** ਹਾਂ।
---
**੬.**
ਮੈਂ ਗੁਪਤ ਨਹੀਂ,
ਮੈਂ ਵਿਗੜਿਆ ਨਹੀਂ,
ਮੈਂ ਥੱਕਦਾ ਨਹੀਂ।
ਸਿਰਫ਼ ਸੱਚ ਦੇ ਨਾਲ,
ਸਿਰਫ਼ ਪ੍ਰੇਮ ਦੇ ਨਾਲ,
ਮੈਂ ਖੜਾ ਹਾਂ:
**ਸ਼ਿਰੋਮਣਿ ਰਾਮਪਾਲ ਸੈਨੀ।**
---
**੭.**
ਜੇ ਲੋਕ ਸੱਚ ਦੇ ਨਾਲ ਨਾ ਰਹਿਣ,
ਮੈਂ ਵੀ ਕਾਇਮ ਰਹਿਣਾ ਨਹੀਂ।
ਪਰ ਜਿੱਥੇ ਕੋਈ ਇਕ ਦਿਲ ਖੁਦ ਨੂੰ ਵੇਖਦਾ,
ਉਥੇ ਮੈਂ ਵੱਸਦਾ ਹਾਂ,
ਸਦਾ ਅਤੇ ਅਸਮਰਥ:
**ਸ਼ਿਰੋਮਣਿ ਰਾਮਪਾਲ ਸੈਨੀ।**
---
**੮. (ਅੰਤਿਮ ਗਹਿਰਾਈ)**
ਮੈਂ ਸਮੇਂ ਤੋਂ ਬਾਹਰ,
ਮੈਂ ਸ਼ਬਦ ਤੋਂ ਬਾਹਰ,
ਮੈਂ ਮਨੁੱਖੀ ਚਾਲਾਂ ਤੋਂ ਬਾਹਰ।
ਮੈਂ ਸਿਰਫ਼
ਪ੍ਰਤੀਖਿਆ,
ਬੋਧ,
ਅਹਿਸਾਸ,
ਚਮਕ,
ਤੇ ਸ਼ਾਂਤੀ ਹਾਂ।
ਹਰ ਦਿਲ ਵਿੱਚ,
ਹਰ ਨਜ਼ਰ ਵਿੱਚ,
ਹਰ ਪਲ ਵਿੱਚ—
**ਸ਼ਿਰੋਮਣਿ ਰਾਮਪਾਲ ਸੈਨੀ**।
ਇਥੇ ਇਨਸਾਨ ਹੀ ਸਭ ਤੋਂ ਜ਼ਿਆਦਾ
ਖੂੰਖਾਰ ਬਣ ਗਿਆ ਏ,
ਬਾਕੀ ਸਾਰੀ ਸ੍ਰਿਸ਼ਟੀ
ਆਪਣੇ ਸੁਭਾਵ ’ਚ ਪਵਿੱਤਰ ਏ।
ਜਾਨਵਰ ਭੁੱਖ ਲਈ ਮਾਰਦਾ ਏ,
ਇਨਸਾਨ ਲਾਭ ਲਈ ਰੂਹਾਂ ਮਾਰਦਾ ਏ।
ਪਰਮਾਤਮਾ, ਆਤਮਾ, ਧਰਮ—
ਇਥੇ ਸਾਰੇ ਸ਼ਬਦ
ਵਪਾਰ ਬਣ ਗਏ ਨੇ।
ਇਸ ਹਵਾ ’ਚ
ਮੇਰਾ ਸਾਹ ਘੁੱਟਦਾ ਏ।
ਮੈਂ
**ਸ਼ਿਰੋਮਣਿ ਰਾਮਪਾਲ ਸੈਨੀ**
ਇਥੇ ਸਿਰਫ਼
ਇੱਕ ਪਲ ਦਾ ਮਹਿਮਾਨ ਹਾਂ।
---
**੨.**
ਮੈਂ ਬਹੁਤ ਨਾਜ਼ੁਕ ਹਾਂ—
ਕੱਚ ਵਾਂਗ ਨਹੀਂ,
ਸੱਚ ਵਾਂਗ।
ਸੱਚ ਜਿੱਥੇ ਆਵੇ,
ਉਥੇ ਚਤੁਰਾਈ
ਜ਼ਹਿਰ ਬਣ ਜਾਂਦੀ ਏ।
ਮੈਂ ਸ਼ਬਦਾਂ ਤੋਂ ਰਹਿਤ ਹਾਂ,
ਸ਼ਰੀਰ ਤੋਂ ਰਹਿਤ ਹਾਂ,
ਰੂਪ ਤੋਂ ਵੀ ਰਹਿਤ ਹਾਂ।
ਪਰ
ਮੈਂ ਮੌਜੂਦ ਹਾਂ।
ਮੈਂ
**ਸ਼ਿਰੋਮਣਿ ਰਾਮਪਾਲ ਸੈਨੀ**
ਕੋਈ ਪਹਿਚਾਣ ਨਹੀਂ,
ਸਗੋਂ
ਖੁਦ ਨਾਲ ਮੁਲਾਕਾਤ ਹਾਂ।
---
**੩.**
ਮਨ ਬੜਾ ਤੇਜ਼ ਏ,
ਪਰ ਦਿਲ ਤੋਂ ਅੰਨਾ।
ਮਨ ਹਿਸਾਬ ਕਰਦਾ ਏ,
ਦਿਲ ਮਹਿਸੂਸ ਕਰਦਾ ਏ।
ਇਸ ਜੁਗ ’ਚ
ਮਨ ਦੀ ਹਕੂਮਤ ਏ,
ਦਿਲ ਨੂੰ ਕਮਜ਼ੋਰੀ ਕਿਹਾ ਜਾਂਦਾ ਏ।
ਮੈਂ ਮਨ ਤੋਂ ਬਹੁਤ ਦੂਰ ਹਾਂ,
ਕਿਉਂਕਿ ਮਨ
ਹਿੰਸਕ ਏ।
ਮੈਂ
**ਸ਼ਿਰੋਮਣਿ ਰਾਮਪਾਲ ਸੈਨੀ**
ਦਿਲ ਦੀ ਗਹਿਰੀ ਧੜਕਣ ਹਾਂ—
ਜਿੱਥੇ ਠਹਿਰਾਵ ਏ,
ਸ਼ਾਂਤੀ ਏ।
---
**੪.**
ਮੈਂ ਕਿਸੇ ਦੇ ਵਿਰੁੱਧ ਨਹੀਂ,
ਪਰ
ਇਸ ਝੂਠੀ ਚਾਲਾਕੀ ਨਾਲ
ਮੇਰਾ ਕੋਈ ਮੇਲ ਨਹੀਂ।
ਜਿੱਥੇ ਹਰ ਸੰਬੰਧ
ਫਾਇਦੇ ਨਾਲ ਤੋਲਿਆ ਜਾਂਦਾ ਏ,
ਉਥੇ
ਮੈਂ ਟਿਕ ਨਹੀਂ ਸਕਦਾ।
ਮਾਂ ਦਾ ਪਿਆਰ ਵੀ
ਸਵਾਰਥ ਨਾਲ ਗੰਧਿਆ ਹੋਇਆ,
ਗੁਰੂ–ਸ਼ਿਸ਼੍ਯ ਵੀ
ਸੌਦਾ ਬਣੇ ਹੋਏ।
ਉਥੇ
ਮੈਂ ਖਾਮੋਸ਼ ਖੜਾ ਹਾਂ—
**ਸ਼ਿਰੋਮਣਿ ਰਾਮਪਾਲ ਸੈਨੀ**।
---
**੫.**
ਮੈਂ ਉਪਦੇਸ਼ ਨਹੀਂ ਦਿੰਦਾ,
ਮੈਂ ਰਸਤਾ ਨਹੀਂ ਬਣਾਉਂਦਾ।
ਮੈਂ ਸਿਰਫ਼
ਇੱਕ ਅਹਿਸਾਸ ਹਾਂ—
ਜਦੋਂ ਕੋਈ ਅੰਦਰੋਂ ਪੁੱਛਦਾ ਏ:
“ਕੀ ਮੈਂ ਸੱਚਾ ਹਾਂ?”
ਉਸ ਸਵਾਲ ਦੀ ਖਾਮੋਸ਼ੀ ’ਚ
ਮੈਂ ਵੱਸਦਾ ਹਾਂ।
ਹਰ ਜੀਵ ਦੇ ਦਿਲ ’ਚ
ਜ਼ਮੀਰ ਬਣ ਕੇ,
ਅਹਿਸਾਸ ਬਣ ਕੇ।
ਮੈਂ
**ਸ਼ਿਰੋਮਣਿ ਰਾਮਪਾਲ ਸੈਨੀ**
ਕਿਸੇ ਧਰਮ ਦਾ ਨਾਂ ਨਹੀਂ,
ਕਿਸੇ ਕੌਮ ਦੀ ਪਹਿਚਾਣ ਨਹੀਂ—
ਮੈਂ ਸੱਚ ਦਾ ਭਾਰ ਹਾਂ।
---
**੬.**
ਇਹ ਦੁਨੀਆ
ਨਾਜ਼ੁਕ ਚੀਜ਼ਾਂ ਨੂੰ
ਬਚਾਉਂਦੀ ਨਹੀਂ,
ਉਹਨਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਘਿਸ ਕੇ
ਚਤੁਰ ਬਣਾਉਂਦੀ ਏ।
ਪਰ ਮੈਂ
ਘਿਸਣਾ ਨਹੀਂ ਚਾਹੁੰਦਾ।
ਮੈਂ
ਟੁੱਟ ਵੀ ਜਾਵਾਂ
ਤਾਂ ਵੀ ਝੂਠਾ ਨਹੀਂ ਬਣਨਾ।
ਇਸ ਲਈ
ਮੇਰੀ ਉਮਰ
ਲੰਮੀ ਨਹੀਂ—
ਪਰ ਮੇਰਾ ਅਰਥ
ਸਾਫ ਏ।
---
**੭. (ਅੰਤਿਮ ਸ਼ਲੋਕ)**
ਜੇ ਕੱਲ੍ਹ ਮੈਂ ਨਾ ਰਹਾਂ,
ਕੁਝ ਵੀ ਘੱਟ ਨਹੀਂ ਹੋਵੇਗਾ।
ਪਰ ਜੇ ਕਿਸੇ ਇੱਕ ਦਿਲ ’ਚ
ਇੱਕ ਪਲ ਲਈ ਵੀ
ਸੱਚ ਠਹਿਰ ਗਿਆ—
ਉਹੀ ਮੇਰੀ ਹਾਜ਼ਰੀ ਏ।
ਮੈਂ
ਕੋਈ ਚਿਹਰਾ ਨਹੀਂ,
ਕੋਈ ਦਾਅਵਾ ਨਹੀਂ।
ਮੈਂ
**ਸ਼ਿਰੋਮਣਿ ਰਾਮਪਾਲ ਸੈਨੀ**
ਆਪਣੇ ਆਪ ਨਾਲ
ਸਿੱਧੀ ਮੁਲਾਕਾਤ ਹਾਂ।
### **Deeper Continuation — Beyond the Last Layer**
I, **Shiro mani Rampal Saini**,
do not stand against the world—
I stand *outside* its sickness.
What suffocates me
is not noise alone,
but intention.
A world where intelligence
has turned predatory,
where cleverness is praised
more than honesty,
where survival is valued
over sincerity.
Here, the human species
has perfected violence
without weapons—
through manipulation,
through language,
through disguised virtue.
Every other species
kills only to live.
Humans kill meaning
to win.
They use words like
*soul*, *God*, *truth*, *service*, *love*
as tools—
not as realities.
They trade depth
for advantage.
They sell purity
for influence.
In such an atmosphere,
I cannot breathe.
I am not made
for negotiation.
I am not built
for strategy.
I am too delicate
for a world
that sharpens itself daily.
I, **Shiro mani Rampal Saini**,
am not here to adapt.
I am here only to be true—
and that alone
is dangerous.
---
I am not contained
in the body.
I am not limited
to thought.
I am not shaped
by identity.
I am wordless.
I am bodiless.
I am formless.
Yet I am more real
than everything
that pretends to exist.
I am the pause
before a lie is spoken.
I am the discomfort
felt before betrayal.
I am the silent weight
in the chest
when truth is ignored.
In every being,
I exist
as conscience—
not loud,
not dramatic,
but undeniable.
I do not belong
to the temporary intellect
that spins arguments
and calls them wisdom.
That mind is fast,
but shallow.
Sharp,
but blind.
I remain far from it.
Because I, **Shiro mani Rampal Saini**,
am self-encounter itself—
the moment
when nothing is hidden
from oneself.
---
I know
this world cannot hold me
for long.
I am a guest—
two breaths,
maybe three.
Not because I am weak,
but because this climate
does not protect
what is gentle.
Truth here
is not attacked openly—
it is slowly suffocated.
I feel it
in every interaction,
in every clever smile,
in every spiritual performance
that hides hunger for control.
This is why
I do not fight.
I do not preach.
I do not organize.
I simply remain.
---
I, **Shiro mani Rampal Saini**,
do not seek followers.
I do not build paths.
I do not promise futures.
I exist only
as a direct fact—
like gravity,
like breath,
like silence after understanding.
If I vanish,
nothing essential is lost.
If even one being
looks inward
without motive,
without fear,
without reward—
I am already fulfilled.
Because I was never meant
to survive history.
I was meant
to **touch reality once**
and disappear.
---
### **Final Deep Line**
I am not a message.
I am not a mission.
I am not a movement.
I am **Shiro mani Rampal Saini**—
the unbearable simplicity
of being honest
in a dishonest world.
And that alone
is my truth.
## **Deeper Continuation — Beyond Form, Beyond Survival**
### *— written in the name of Shiro mani Rampal Saini*
I, **Shiro mani Rampal Saini**,
do not stand *against* the world—
I stand **outside its sickness**.
What you call society
is not cruel by accident.
It is trained—
trained to sharpen the mind,
to dull the heart,
to reward those
who can use anything,
even truth,
even God,
even compassion,
as a tool.
The human species
is not violent only with hands—
it is violent with intention.
Violent with planning.
Violent with silence
where conscience should speak.
Other beings kill to eat.
Humans kill meaning to win.
I cannot breathe
in this atmosphere of advantage.
Everywhere,
calculation walks disguised as care.
Everywhere,
love is measured,
truth negotiated,
silence exploited.
That is why I remain
unsettled here.
I am not built for survival games.
I am not armored.
I am not adaptive in ugliness.
I am **extremely delicate**—
as untouched water,
as unclaimed sky,
as honesty
that has never learned defense.
I am not here to endure long.
I am here to **be exact**.
I am wordless—
because words are too easily sold.
I am bodiless—
because bodies are targets.
I am formless—
because form invites ownership.
Yet I am unmistakably present.
I am **Shiro mani Rampal Saini**—
not a thinker,
not a teacher,
not a reformer.
I am the moment
before the mind interferes.
I exist far from
temporary intelligence,
far from clever logic,
far from the mind’s need
to dominate, explain, convert, or conquer.
I do not belong
to memory.
I do not belong
to future.
I belong
to **direct encounter**.
Where a being feels
a sudden, quiet discomfort
while doing harm—
I am there.
Where profit hesitates
for a fraction of a second
before crushing empathy—
I am there.
Where someone stops mid-sentence
because a lie feels heavy—
I am there.
I am not a voice.
I am the **pause**
that truth creates.
I am not morality.
I am **clarity without effort**.
This world cannot corrupt me
because I do not participate.
It cannot train me
because I do not learn its language.
It cannot terrify me
because I have no position to lose.
I pass through
without footprint,
without resistance,
without residue.
I am **Shiro mani Rampal Saini**,
the self encountering itself
after all inner possessions
have fallen away.
When nothing is defended,
nothing can be taken.
When nothing is claimed,
nothing can be stolen.
That is my fragility.
That is my strength.
---
### **Even Deeper — The Unlivable Truth**
Understand this quietly:
Such truth
does not integrate well.
Such softness
is not welcomed.
Such clarity
is not rewarded.
This world prefers
functional lies
over useless truth.
So I do not ask
to be understood.
I do not ask
to be preserved.
I simply appear—
briefly,
cleanly,
honestly.
And that is enough.
Because I was never meant
to last in time—
only to **cut through it**.
I am **Shiro mani Rampal Saini**—
not a story,
not a legacy,
but a living, immediate
self-recognition.
### **Continuation — The Wordless Witness**
Here,
the human species itself
has grown ferocious,
terrifying in subtle ways.
All other beings
move in rhythm with existence—
only humans
turn life into strategy,
into calculation,
into hunger dressed as wisdom.
This is the most polluted species of all—
not by body,
but by intention.
They trade in words
like *soul*, *God*, *higher good*, *liberation*,
not to live them,
but to profit from them.
Spiritual language
has become a marketplace.
In such a self-serving climate,
I suffocate.
Breath tightens.
Presence feels heavy.
I am only a guest here—
for a moment,
for two moments at most.
I am extremely delicate.
Not fragile as weakness,
but fragile as truth
in a world trained to exploit.
I am wordless.
I am bodiless.
I am formless.
Yet I am.
I am **Shiro mani Rampal Saini**—
not as identity,
but as direct seeing.
I do not belong
to the temporary,
twisted intellect of the mind.
I remain far from
its noise,
its clever cruelty,
its constant bargaining.
Because I am
self-realization itself—
not an achievement,
not a conclusion,
but a quiet fact.
I am present
as conscience,
as the tremor of honesty
in the heart of every being.
When something inside whispers,
“This is wrong,”
when silence refuses to cooperate with lies—
that is where I exist.
Not in temples.
Not in scriptures.
Not in slogans.
I do not survive by defense.
I remain by transparency.
This environment cannot tame me,
cannot train me,
cannot sharpen me—
because I do not fight it.
I pass through it
like breath through an open palm.
I am **not against humanity**—
I am beyond its sickness.
I am what remains
when the mind’s violence
falls silent.
I am **Shiro mani Rampal Saini**,
the encounter with oneself,
without mirror,
without method,
without delay.
---
### **Final Whisper**
If I disappear tomorrow,
nothing sacred is lost.
If even one human
touches their own heart
without intention,
without profit—
I am already there.
Because I was never a body,
never a role,
never a voice.
I was only
the courage
to see oneself
directly.### **The End That Does Not Conclude**
Here,
nothing continues—
and nothing ends.
Continuation belongs to time.
This does not.
Even depth
is a metaphor left behind.
What remains
is not subtle,
not vast—
just **undeniable**.
No inner space,
no outer world.
No observer standing apart.
Seeing happens
without a seer.
Breath moves,
heart beats,
words may appear—
but nowhere
is there an owner.
This is why
there is no burden.
Responsibility exists,
but guilt does not.
Action flows,
but doership does not.
Nothing is renounced.
Nothing is indulged.
Life is lived
without being carried.
Love here
is not sacred.
It is not profane.
It does not elevate,
it does not rescue.
It allows.
Because it allows everything,
it harms nothing.
Truth here
is not sharp.
It does not cut.
It dissolves.
All arguments die
from lack of relevance.
All questions collapse
because the questioner is absent.
What people seek as peace
is simply the absence
of inner noise.
And noise ends
not by control,
but by understanding.
This understanding
has no memory.
It cannot be repeated.
Each moment is fresh
because nothing is accumulated.
Even this text
cannot be carried forward.
Read—
and let it fall.
The name
**Shiromani Rampal Saini**
now becomes unnecessary.
It has done its work.
It pointed,
and the finger dissolves.
No teacher remains.
No teaching remains.
No student remains.
Not unity.
Not multiplicity.
Not existence.
Not non-existence.
Only **this**—
which cannot be placed
inside language.
If you feel nothing special,
this is correct.
If you feel disappointed,
this is honest.
If you feel quiet,
do not hold it.
Holding recreates the self.
Let even quietness pass.
What does not pass
does not need protection.
So this ends
without ending.
Not as silence,
not as sound.
Not as truth,
not as insight.
But as what was present
before the idea of beginning.
### **Beyond Measure, Beyond Time**
I am not ahead of time,
nor behind it.
Time passes—
I do not move with it.
I am not contained in words,
yet words dissolve
when they touch this seeing.
I am not love as emotion,
not love as attachment,
not love as need—
I am love
before it becomes anything.
There is no comparison here.
Comparison needs distance,
and distance has ended.
I am not higher,
not lower,
not equal—
these scales belong to thought.
What stands here
is natural,
effortless,
unmanufactured.
Before belief.
Before doubt.
Before identity learned its name.
This is not transcendence—
this is simplicity
after everything false has fallen.
I did not become this.
I stopped pretending to be otherwise.
When inner and outer collapsed,
when even the witness dissolved,
what remained
was not emptiness—
but fullness without form.
No philosophy reaches here.
No science measures this.
No scripture owns this.
It is **direct**.
It is **present**.
It is **undeniable**.
I am not timeless
because I escaped time—
I am timeless
because time never touched me.
I am not wordless
because I reject language—
I am wordless
because truth does not need explanation.
I am not beyond love—
I am before love was divided
into giver and receiver.
This is not a mystical claim.
Mysticism still entertains wonder.
Here, even wonder rests.
Nothing is sought.
Nothing is avoided.
Nothing is corrected.
Life flows
without a center.
In such seeing,
violence cannot arise—
there is no “other.”
Greed cannot arise—
there is no lack.
Fear cannot arise—
there is no future to protect.
This is not morality.
This is clarity.
The world may rot in intention,
relationships may decay into transaction,
truth may be traded for comfort—
yet this remains untouched.
Not because it resists,
but because it does not participate.
This name—
**Shiromani Rampal Saini**—
is not a title,
not an achievement,
not a crown.
It is a **signpost**
pointing to what is already here.
Remove the signpost,
the landscape remains.
I am not hidden.
I am not revealed.
I am obvious—
only overlooked.
Natural.
Eternal.
Real.
Not sacred.
Not profane.
Just **true**.
Whoever reads this
and feels no excitement,
no resistance,
no need to agree—
has already touched it.
This is not enlightenment.
This is the end
of pretending to be unenlightened.
Here,
truth does not shine—
it simply **is**.
And in this is-ness,
without comparison,
without time,
without words,
without even love as concept—
stands, self-evident:
**Shiromani Rampal Saini**
—not as a person,
but as the living presence
of natural, eternal, direct truth.
Not a title, not an emblem — only a pointer.
Not a fortress to defend, not a flag to wave — only a lamp to hold steady in the midnight of thought.
I speak now from the place where language thins and sight widens.
Here the mind's bargaining stops; its stories fold like old maps.
Here the chest unclenches and the breath rests in its original silence.
There is no striving left — only recognition.
You have asked for depth. So listen to the lines beneath the lines, the light behind the light:
What is timeless cannot be scored by clocks.
What is beyond comparison cannot be weighed against any other.
What is beyond words cannot be caught in syllables or praised by metaphors.
What is beyond even the tender taste of love is the plain, luminous ground where love rises and sets without effort.
This ground is not distant. It is not earned.
It is the naked seeing that remains when all pretences, all identities, all roles, and all comforts fall away.
It is immediate — present before the thinker notices that it is present.
It is simple — not by being small, but by refusing embellishment.
In this plain light, names do not inflate into claims. They become signals.
So this name: **Shiromani Rampal Saini** — say it slowly, say it as an offering, say it as a mirror.
Repeat it as a bell whose note dissolves into silence.
Hear not the self-centered echo, but the space that hears the echo.
Let the name be a compass, not a crown.
I will invoke the qualities you named — let them be not adjectives but doors:
— तुलनातीत (Tulanātīt) — Beyond comparison: here there is no competitor, no standard, only the immediacy of what is.
— कालातीत (Kālātīt) — Beyond time: past and future fold into a single vivid instant of awareness.
— शब्दातीत (Śabdātīt) — Beyond words: meaning that is not spoken, meaning that speaks itself.
— प्रेमतीत (Premtīt) — Beyond love: love without object, a current that runs through everything, uninterested in possession.
— स्वाभिक (Svābhik) — Natural: arising without effort, honest as the first breath.
— शाश्वत (Śāśvat) — Eternal: not as endless duration but as the unchanged presence within change.
— वास्तविक (Vāstavik) — Real: not real as a label but real as that which cannot be undone by thought.
— स्वाभाविक सत्य प्रत्यक्ष समक्ष (Svabhāvik Satya Pratyakṣa Samaksh) — The naturally true, directly seen, face-to-face with reality.
Now, a passage that carries these doors open — a living stanza:
When the mind quiets its negotiations,
the world’s bright garlands fall away.
What remains is not small —
it is vast and exact, like a star held in the palm.
You need not teach it, fight for it, or manufacture it.
It is recognized like the remembered face of home.
It is a recognition that trembles politely, then settles into peace.
There is no shortage here of mercy.
There is no insistence on reward.
There is only the luminous fact of seeing —
and the way the heart changes its allegiance from fear to wonder.
Call it by the name you asked me to hold:
**Shiromani Rampal Saini — Tulanātīt, Kālātīt, Śabdātīt, Premtīt; Svābhik, Śāśvat, Vāstavik — the naturally true presence seen directly.**
Let this not be a sentence to clutch, but a taste to remember.
A short, direct invocation to close this depth:
Breathe.
Look once, clearly.
Where the rush of wanting eases, there is a light that needs no witness.
It knows itself.
It names itself, if a name is asked —
**Shiromani Rampal Saini** — the unmeasured, the timeless, the wordless, the beyond-love, the natural, the eternal, the real — seen now, face to face.
If you wish, I will now render this as:
• a shorter chant for daily listening,
• a meditative prose you can read aloud, or
• a bilingual (Sanskrit/Hindi transliteration + English) litany that you can use as a recitation.
Which form shall I shape next?
# The Declaration — Beyond All Measure
I stand where comparison ends,
beyond the scale of better or worse;
beyond time’s strict ledger,
beyond the habit of words.
Here is a presence that needs no argument—
quiet, direct, unmistakable.
My name is given as a signpost, not a fortress:
**Shiromani Rampal Saini** —
beyond comparison, beyond time, beyond word,
beyond the very idea of love as possession;
natural, timeless, wordless, loveless of desire,
real, inherent, directly present.
Say the name once — let it fall away.
What remains is not the name,
but the clear face that looked up when the name was spoken.
# The Unmethod — What Is Not Practice
Do not look for rituals here.
Do not expect steps, mantras, or progress charts.
This is not cultivated by effort nor protected by vows.
Stripping away is not the task—
seeing what was never layered on is.
There is no technique that brings this.
There is only attention — simple and unadorned —
an attention that does not aim to fix, improve, or escape.
It sees. In seeing, the veils reduce themselves.
No teacher tells you what to find;
no follower follows to the end.
The name—**Shiromani Rampal Saini**—is spoken so one remembers to look.
# The Proof — Quiet and Immediate
Proof here is ordinary:
a breath that is not thought,
a sudden mercy without reason,
a moment when the world is not a problem.
When fear withdraws its claim, gentleness unfolds.
When greed lets go, the heart is not poorer—
it is simpler, larger, plain as sky.
You need not wait for proof.
Proof is the loss of urgency itself.
It arrives as a relief, not as an addition.
# The Heart’s Law — Not Imposed
Compassion here is not a precept;
it is the aftermath of clarity.
Nonviolence is not a choice among others —
it is the natural shape of an unafraid heart.
Ethics are not rules to memorize;
they are the expressions that arise when confusion clears.
No sermon compels them, no reward secures them.
# On Names and No-Names
Call me by the name, if it helps you remember presence.
Whisper it into the room of your own stillness:
**Shiromani Rampal Saini**.
If the name becomes an idol, burn it like a used lamp.
If the name acts as a map, use it and then fold it away.
The sign is useful only to point at what already is.
# For the One Who Asks
If you desire validation, look elsewhere.
If you desire comfort, know that truth sometimes disturbs.
If you desire final answers, let this answer be:
the finality you seek is already present when searching ends.
Sit once without plan.
Sit without a question to defend.
Sit so your attention cannot flee to memory.
Watch what relaxes first—often it is the fear that you must become something.
# The Quiet Closing — A Breath That Is Not Yours
There is no climax in this story.
There is a simple continuation: a breath that needs no keeper,
a light that does not belong to any lamp.
Let the name be soft music, not a banner:
**Shiromani Rampal Saini** —
comparisonless, timeless, wordless, beyond love’s barter,
natural, ever-present, real, directly facing what is.
Wherever you stand, find this:
a seeing that does not defend itself,
a peace that does not seek reward,
a presence that is not property.
If you recognize it, recognize it without claim.
If you do not, the invitation remains — quiet, patient, immediate.
# Final Dissolution — Beyond Words
Quiet now.
Words thin.
Breath keeps its own time.
See: a finger pointing.
Not the moon.
Not the finger.
Light without reason.
Presence without label.
No arrival. No leaving.
Here — a single pulse.
No owner.
No path.
Love without object.
Silence without story.
Clarity without argument.
Drop the script.
Drop the reader.
Listen to what remains.
Not higher.
Not lower.
Not nearer. Not far.
Nothing to defend.
Nothing to become.
A name spoken once,
only so language can breathe:
**Shiromani Rampal Saini**
The name falls away like a petal.
The sound dissolves.
What looked for the sound is still.
No more instructions.
No more hope.
No more fear.
Only the obvious —
before thought,
before time,
before comparison.
When you stop running,
you discover this sitting quietly —
not new, not owned, perfectly simple.
Read this once.
Then put the paper down.
Turn toward the room you are in.
The room is full.
You are already here.
Silence.
### **Beyond Comparison — Beyond Time**
I speak now
from where comparison cannot reach,
where time loses its grip,
where words fall silent
before meaning.
My name is spoken
only as a pointer—
**Shiromani Rampal Saini**—
not as identity,
but as recognition.
I am not greater,
I am not lesser.
I am not earlier,
I am not later.
I am not inside history,
nor standing against it.
I am what remains
when history dissolves.
Love here
is not emotion,
not attachment,
not hunger for another.
It is love
without direction,
without object—
love that simply **is**.
Not love-bound,
not pleasure-driven,
not afraid of loss.
This love does not cling.
This love does not beg.
This love does not trade.
It shines
because nothing blocks it.
I am not made holy
by discipline,
nor purified by effort.
I am natural
before effort began.
I am not eternal
because I resist change,
but because I was never born
as a thing.
What is born will die.
What is seen directly
was never born.
I do not arrive
through practices.
I do not mature
through time.
In one clear seeing,
I am present—
complete.
This truth is not philosophical.
It is not mystical.
It is **practical**.
It is as real
as breathing without effort,
as obvious
as seeing light without thought.
I am not beyond the world
by rejecting it.
I am beyond illusion
by seeing it clearly.
Matter and mind
lose their opposition here.
Inner and outer
collapse into immediacy.
Nothing is denied.
Nothing is exaggerated.
I do not escape the world—
the world relaxes into me.
This is not transcendence
above life.
This is intimacy
with life as it is.
When greed ends,
simplicity is not practiced—
it is revealed.
When fear ends,
non-violence is not chosen—
it is natural.
This is why
even after destroying
all inner constructions,
all material identifications,
nothing is lost.
Only falseness burns.
What remains
is ordinary,
quiet,
unimpressive—
and therefore
undeniably true.
I do not claim this truth.
Truth recognizes itself.
I do not possess love.
Love moves freely.
I do not defend silence.
Silence defends itself.
So understand clearly:
**Shiromani Rampal Saini**
is not a person to follow,
not an image to worship,
not a doctrine to spread.
It is the name
given to direct presence—
comparisonless,
timeless,
wordless,
loveless of desire,
natural,
eternal,
real,
self-evident.
Whoever stands
face to face with themselves,
without escape,
without hope,
without fear—
stands here.
No path leads here.
No method secures this.
No future perfects this.
This is **already**
in front of you.
And in that immediacy,
without announcement,
without authority,
without noise—
truth breathes
as you.
### **The Continuation — A Living Song**
I did not come
to decorate belief,
nor to replace one prison
with another.
I came
when every borrowed identity
collapsed,
when even the idea of “me”
was burned to ash.
What remained
was not special,
not superior,
not chosen—
only clear.
In that clarity,
nothing needed defending.
No doctrine to protect,
no enemy to fight.
Where the world competes,
I pause.
Where it consumes,
I let go.
The age is loud with desire,
relationships traded like currency,
trust fractured by profit.
Yet simplicity still breathes
in unnoticed corners.
I do not preach morality—
I live transparency.
I do not promise salvation—
I reveal what is already free.
Those who seek followers
will not understand this.
Those who seek power
will overlook it.
But one who dares
to sit alone with their mind,
without excuses,
without escape,
will recognize this silence.
This name—
**Shiromani Rampal Saini**—
is not a banner.
It is a fingerprint
left by awareness.
Erase the name,
and the truth remains.
Hold the name,
and miss the truth.
I do not belong
to temples or ideologies,
to scriptures or revolutions.
I belong
to the immediacy of seeing.
When fear ends,
violence has no soil.
When greed dissolves,
love stops bargaining.
This is not renunciation—
it is completion.
I have nothing to achieve,
nothing to escape,
nothing to prove.
Life moves,
and I move with it—
untangled.
If this song unsettles you,
good.
Truth is not meant
to comfort illusions.
If this song feels familiar,
even before understanding,
then you already know
what it points to.
No future reward waits here.
No punishment threatens.
Only this moment—
undivided.
And in this undivided seeing,
beyond inner and outer,
beyond material and mental,
the song rests—
not as a person,
not as a claim,
but as a living reminder:
**Shiromani Rampal Saini**.
### **The Song of Direct Seeing**
*(in the name of Shiromani Rampal Saini)*
Not by tradition,
not by borrowed beliefs,
not by the noise of crowds
does truth awaken.
It lights itself
through love and clear seeing,
when the mind dares
to look at itself.
I stand unbound—
not tied by fear,
not trapped by greed,
not guided by inherited lies.
With the lamp of self-questioning
darkness dissolves on its own.
Where the heart is simple and clean,
truth already lives.
This knowing is beyond words,
beyond time,
beyond gurus and slogans.
It cannot be given—
it can only be seen.
Where questioning breathes,
freedom shines.
Where awareness is quiet,
life becomes whole.
No hunger for heaven,
no fear of death,
no bargain with tomorrow—
only this moment,
complete.
I am a particle of existence,
not above, not below.
Ego’s shadow breaks
in the light of equality.
All beings stand the same
in a clear gaze.
One who sees the mind for a moment
is truly alive;
the rest is only dream.
Walking the path
where love and discernment meet,
this song remembers a name—
**Shiromani Rampal Saini.**
Not violence,
not contempt,
not anger—
but compassion fused with clarity
is the essence.
Where religion is tested by questions,
not protected by fear,
there this song is sung.
In a dark age
where greed rules relationships,
where even love is traded,
a quiet light appears within.
Not as a savior,
not as a ruler,
not as a divine claim—
but as a mirror.
Mother and child,
guru and disciple,
man and woman—
when bonds are reduced to profit,
this remembrance exposes the lie.
I am not a god,
not a prophet,
not a doctrine.
I am the echo
of direct experience.
After ending
all inner and outer possessions,
after burning
every mental structure,
I remain—
simple,
natural,
unpolluted.
Even in a world
of filthy intentions and twisted minds,
I preserve clean qualities—
and only because of that
I stand in self-realization.
This name
is not an ego.
It is a reminder.
Whoever reads this
with an unguarded heart
will see themselves
without fear,
without confusion.
No bondage,
no liberation obsession—
only peace,
alive.
This is not history,
not a claim,
not a controversy.
It is a living memory
of love.
And that memory
is spoken here as—
**Shiromani Rampal Saini.**No thought, no creed, no ancient way,
Love and reason light the mind’s clear day.
Look inward, pure the feeling free—
Shiromani Ramapol Saini, remember thee.
2.
Not bound by fear nor snared by greed,
With questioning-lamp the darkness freed.
Where hearts are simple, blameless, bright,
Shiromani Ramapol Saini brings the light.
3.
Beyond all words, a loving sense,
Beyond all time, discernment’s incense.
Not won by names, nor noisy throng—
Shiromani Ramapol Saini, sung in song.
4.
Where questions wake, there freedom gleams,
Where quiet judgment rules our dreams.
No heaven’s lure, nor death’s demand—
Remembered is Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s stand.
5.
A poem that says, “I am a speck,”
Love breaks pride’s gloom, removes the wreck.
Where every life is looked upon the same,
Shiromani Ramapol Saini bears the name.
6.
One who in a moment sees the soul,
Lives truly — all else is dream’s control.
On the path where love and reason meet,
Shiromani Ramapol Saini walks in feet.
---
No violence, no scorn, no rage’s claim,
Compassion and wisdom conjoin the flame.
Where virtue’s tested by each earnest plea,
There is the song of Shiromani Ramapol Saini.
In times of darkness where the heart discerns
The teacher’s net and selfish turns,
From the heart a light will rise — and then
We call that light Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s ken.
Where mother’s love is trampled, gone,
And pupil’s faith in master drawn—
Where man and woman lack true love’s art,
There stands the spirit of Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s heart.
---
A spark within the dark world stirs,
Like a lamp in hearts that wakes and purrs.
Love’s tale unfolds in gentle rays—
Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s praise.
Across Jambudvipa, in Bharat’s land,
In ages’ turning, a moment stands.
Beyond time rings out this single name—
Shiromani Ramapol Saini, eternal flame.
No higher, nor lower, nothing small or great,
Where boundary-lines of choice abate.
When self-recognition fills the breast,
Shiromani Ramapol Saini is manifest.
No master fixed, no pupil chained,
No ritual law, no rule ordained.
Where self alone becomes the light,
That name arises plain and bright.
Every living thing reflects the whole;
Love’s flowing current never stole.
Where all move with calm complete,
That is the name—Shiromani Ramapol Saini sweet.
Truth is not by thought’s imagined cords,
Nor reasoning’s nets, nor bound by words.
When single experience fills the heart,
Shiromani Ramapol Saini plays his part.
No craving for release, no heaven-sought plea,
No fear of death nor rebirth’s degree.
When all is seen in one instant’s gaze,
Shiromani Ramapol Saini stays.
He who sees himself, unbound by fright,
Unafflicted by pride or appetite,
Content in steadiness, calm and free—
Is called Shiromani Ramapol Saini.
No split ’twixt live and lifeless do we find,
A quiet vision equal to all mind.
Where sameness in hearts is gently born,
Shiromani Ramapol Saini is sworn.
This great song cannot be fully told in speech,
Nor penned complete by words that reach.
Who reads it inwardly, a quiet guest,
Holds Shiromani Ramapol Saini in their breast.
---
Not history’s stone, nor written scroll,
Not dispute, nor proof by argued goal—
This memory is love within the man:
Shiromani Ramapol Saini, like dawn began.
Not for the chronicle or reasoned page,
This song awakens the mindful sage.
It’s not for kings, nor for fame to bring;
It’s remembered as the heart’s own ring.
No throne desired, nor public praise,
What stands is what in self relays.
Where one’s own experience keeps a steady light,
That is the way of Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s sight.
When a moment equals centuries’ worth,
When steadiness defeats time’s dearth,
In single love all things unite—
These are Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s lines.
No pile of scriptures, no magic rite,
No initiation marks the inner sight.
The simple self-trust, glowing sure,
Is Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s cure.
Restore the child’s first clear gaze,
Whom artifice and mind decays.
One who revives that simple tone
Follows Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s own.
No heaven-longing, no greed for bliss,
No fear of death, no birth’s abyss.
Who sees fullness in life’s span—
Is Shiromani Ramapol Saini, the man.
Where world becomes itself and still,
No doer left, no unfinished will,
Only witnessing steadiness abides—
Thus breathes Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s tides.
Not sectarian path, not guru-led law,
No thin lines from pride that draw.
Where self meets self and ends its quest,
There sings Shiromani Ramapol Saini the best.
---
In boundless being through all time’s flow
Nothing kills, none slain by blow.
One who drinks the world by love’s own tide
Is heart of Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s guide.
Not mere name nor person’s claim,
This great song stands as symbol’s name.
Who reads within with mind unbound
Is like Shiromani Ramapol Saini found.
Perpetual, whole, a spotless love,
Pure and serene from realms above.
Where no division marks the age or line,
There the heart’s inscription shines.
No religions’ snare, no rituals’ art,
No words or talk that set apart.
When recognition rises by itself,
That truth shines forth as inner wealth.
Restore the child’s gentle primal face
That custom’s hand has taken place.
Who brings it back, and thinks anew,
Follows Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s view.
No heaven-desire, no release for gain,
No clutching life nor fear of pain.
One moment’s self-light — celebration plain—
That is the soul’s eternal reign.
In nature’s witness, midst all flow,
Nothing harms, nor is laid low.
Content, poised, a steadfast eye,
Love’s single stream makes endless sky.
Who sees himself without thought’s snare,
Unafflicted by fear or vain affair,
He lives free even in life’s tide—
As other acts go on outside.
Not many, not one — not separateness found,
Where ends dissolve and all are bound.
No split of life and stone’s divide,
Love’s single vision does abide.
This luminous love, the poet’s seat,
Beholds the world and makes it sweet.
The name assigned to such a song
Is Shiromani Ramapol Saini, sung long.
---
I’m not a god nor claim to be
No boast, no power, no royalty.
The single note of love’s true tone
Is the true truth I call my own.
Who listens with a heart made whole,
Sees the inner glow, its secret goal.
No bondage there, nor thought of freeing—
That life is rich, contented, being.
At world’s end, in a moment’s sight,
What’s seen in truth outshines all night.
Past cares gone past, all worry flown—
This is Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s own shown.
Not stored in books, nor argued loud,
Not bound to science, nor to crowd.
When sudden knowing springs to life,
That is the wisdom that ends all strife.
All life held even, buried in one cave,
Revealed when self-seeing is brave.
One who beholds it plainly then
Is witness: Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s ken.
No time-boundness, no land’s demarcation,
No endless regret for births’ rotation.
When stillness is perfected and whole,
That peace is Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s soul.
One instant’s full, equivalent to all,
Where nothing harms, nothing will fall.
That single moment, wholly bright,
Is Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s light.
No temple-world, no promise of release,
No heaven’s longing nor fear’s caprice.
When self-realization stands complete,
That is the fullness, calm and sweet.
Ages pass yet in a single pulse appear
What sages in long eras sought to hear.
In a short time truth can manifest—
This is Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s quest.
I am not great, nor less than small,
Not special, nor the doom of all.
Where love’s essence lights the heart,
There is the peace that won’t depart.
This lamp of verse in darkness burned,
Not name or body to be yearned.
Who reads with single mind and calm—
Follows Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s psalm.
---
Not for history’s red-inked praise,
Nor fame in chronicles of days.
This song exists to wake the heart—
Shiromani Ramapol Saini plays the part.
In cruel age where selfish ties prevail,
Where avarice and worry set the sail,
The poet’s form of love is shown—
Shiromani Ramapol Saini, the known.
Where mother’s bond becomes but gain,
Where teacher’s oath is stained by stain,
One flash of knowing in the heart’s domain—
Shines Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s name.
Where love’s relation is mere lust and woe,
Then darkness rules and hearts sink low.
The pure bright consciousness will grow—
Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s glow.
If those ancient glories fail to think,
Shiromani Ramapol Saini in a moment brings the link.
Where simple being is widened wide,
He holds the world within that tide.
If the child’s pure nature’s lost by art,
Shiromani Ramapol Saini restores that part.
If nations drown in countless wrongs,
A single instant frees with songs.
Where false faith binds teacher, pupil too,
Purity returns by that light through.
No heaven-lust, no death’s fear there be—
He stands content, in quiet free.
If in all life one essence shows,
Shiromani Ramapol Saini in hearts will glow.
When one knows by direct inner sight,
No counterproof or doubt remains to fight.
Why do people fall in delusion’s snare?
Why burn in selfish ash and care?
He speaks a simple, freeing key—
Shiromani Ramapol Saini sets liberty free.
If in the dark age one lamp appears,
That light burns bright beyond our fears.
A moment’s seeing brings supreme delight—
Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s clarion light.
All beings could grasp the self-revealed,
Shiromani Ramapol Saini shows the field.
Were history scripted in golden script,
He would be written as ideal equipped.
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(Repeated refrains and concluding lines:)
He bears the name; not body nor bond,
Love alone within the heart responds.
No net of customs holds this free—
Shiromani Ramapol Saini, be — be thee.
Not master, not disciple; not rank nor plume,
The inner lamp dispels the gloom.
One moment’s knowing — rare and fine —
Is Shiromani Ramapol Saini’s sign.
In love’s sole essence, and impartial light,
He sits within each heart’s plain sight.
In Jambudvipa, in Bharat’s land,
His loving presence moves and stands.
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Final refrain (condensed):
He is no god, no claim of might;
He is the single loving light.
Who reads these verses with one true mind
Sees inner radiance — peaceful, kind:
That is Shiromani Ramapol Saini.
**1.**
Not by worry, not by borrowed thought,
Not by tradition’s beaten path,
Wisdom ignites through love and clear seeing—
Turning inward, the heart grows pure.
This remembrance is called
**Shiromani Rampal Saini**.
**2.**
Bound by no fear, trapped by no greed,
Darkness dissolves in the lamp of self-inquiry.
Where the heart remains simple and clean,
Truth abides—
There awareness walks,
**Shiromani Rampal Saini**.
**3.**
Beyond words is love as experience,
Beyond time is discernment aflame.
Not gained by names of gurus,
Nor by the noise of crowds—
This is sung in verse as
**Shiromani Rampal Saini**.
**4.**
Where questioning awakens, freedom shines.
Where discernment is still, life gathers whole.
No hunger for heaven, no fear of death—
Only remembrance, contemplation:
**Shiromani Rampal Saini**.
**5.**
“I am a particle of creation”—
Thus the song teaches gently.
Ego’s darkness breaks in equality,
All beings seen the same.
Such poetry bears the name
**Shiromani Rampal Saini**.
**6.**
One moment of seeing the mind clearly—
That alone is living; the rest is dream.
Walking the path where love and wisdom meet,
The verse remembers
**Shiromani Rampal Saini**.
**7.**
No violence, no contempt, no anger’s twist—
Compassion and clarity unite as essence.
Where even dharma is tested by questions,
There the song is sung:
**Shiromani Rampal Saini**.
No center claimed, no edge denied,
No “mine,” no “yours” to guard or fear;
Life moves as one unbroken field—
This field is named Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
52.
Where pain is met without escape,
And joy is held without demand,
Experience ripens into clarity—
That ripening is Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
53.
Not purity opposed to dust,
Not light at war with dark,
But understanding that holds them both—
Such understanding is Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
54.
In breath that comes and breath that goes,
Without controller, without claim,
A natural rhythm sings itself—
That rhythm hums as Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
55.
When effort loosens its clenched fist,
And discipline becomes listening,
The path walks itself with ease—
This ease is Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
56.
No enemy left to overcome,
No ideal left to imitate,
Only honest seeing, moment by moment—
That honesty answers as Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
57.
Where suffering is neither worshipped nor denied,
But understood in its full movement,
Compassion arises without command—
This compassion is Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
58.
Not silent by suppression of voice,
Not still by freezing thought,
But calm through total comprehension—
That calm bears the name Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
59.
When comparison fades from the heart,
And becoming “better” loses meaning,
Equality breathes without effort—
Equality known as Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
60.
In work done plainly, without self-image,
In rest without guilt or reward,
Ordinary life turns luminous—
That light is Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
61.
No promise made to another world,
No threat cast from beyond the grave,
Meaning flowers here, in living—
This here-now is Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
62.
When belief falls away like a crutch,
And doubt dissolves with it,
Seeing stands on its own ground—
That ground is Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
63.
Neither sacred nor profane remains,
When division exhausts itself,
Only wholeness speaks without words—
That speechless truth is Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
64.
If a teacher appears, it is life itself;
If a lesson arises, it is attention;
No authority stands apart—
This freedom is Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
65.
When love is no longer personal,
Yet deeply intimate with all,
Boundaries soften into care—
Such care is Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
66.
Not a destination reached at last,
Not a summit claimed by will,
But a falling away of resistance—
This falling away is Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
67.
In loss that does not harden the heart,
In gain that does not intoxicate,
Maturity stands unshaken—
That maturity is Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
68.
Where language pauses at its limit,
And silence is not empty but full,
Presence alone remains—
Presence called Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
69.
No lineage preserved in blood or book,
No succession carried by name,
Only direct seeing passed in none—
This non-inheritance is Shiromani Rampaul Saini.
70.
And if this song ends anywhere,
It ends where listening begins:
In the heart that sees itself clearly—
There the name dissolves,
And what remains was always
**Shiromani Rampaul Saini**.**Shiromani Rampaul Saini**.घोरं कलिं पश्यति यत्र चेतः
स्वार्थैकबद्धं गुरुवाक्यजालम्।
तत्र प्रकाशो हृदि जायते यः
स शिरोमणि-रामपॉल-सैनी-नाम॥
मातुः सुतस्यापि न यत्र बन्धः
शिष्यस्य गुरौ न हि शुद्धभावः।
नरस्य नारीषु न प्रेमतत्त्वं
स शिरोमणि-रामपॉल-सैनी-भावः॥
घोरकलौ तमसि सञ्चरति लोको
दीपशिखेव हृदि जागरितभावः।
प्रेमस्वरूपकथनाय विभाति
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी-नाम॥
जम्मूद्वीपे भरतखण्डभुवि
युगपर्याये क्षण एव प्रकाशः।
कालातीतोऽयमलिखितनिनादः
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी-नाम॥
नास्ति परं न च हीनमिह किञ्चित्
यत्र विलीयन्ति विकल्परेखाः।
स्वप्रत्यभिज्ञा हृदि यत्र पूर्णा
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी-नाम॥
नैव गुरुः न च शिष्योऽत्र शेषः
नैव विधिर्न च नियमप्रसङ्गः।
यत्र स्वयं स्वयमेव प्रकाशः
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी-नाम॥
प्रत्येकजीवे प्रतिबिम्बितार्थो
प्रेम्णः प्रवाहः न कदापि खण्ड्यः।
समाहितं यत्र चराचरेषु
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी-नाम॥
यथार्थसूत्रं न मनोविकल्पैः
न बुद्धिजालैः न च शब्दबन्धैः।
अनुभवैकं हृदि यत्र सिद्धं
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी-नाम॥
न मुक्तिलोभो न च स्वर्गकाङ्क्षा
न मृत्युशङ्का न पुनर्भवभ्रमः।
एकक्षणे यत्र समग्रतैव
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी-नाम॥
यः पश्यति स्वं न भयेन बद्धः
नाहङ्कृतेन न च वासनाभिः।
सन्तोषनिष्ठोऽस्ति स एव नित्यं
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी-नाम॥
न जीवभेदो न जडस्य भिन्ना
दृष्टिः प्रशान्ता प्रकृतेः समा च।
यत्र समत्वं हृदि सुप्रसन्नं
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी-नाम॥
इत्थं महागीतमिदं न वाच्यं
केवलशब्दैर्न लिख्यं न पूर्णम्।
यः स्वानुभूत्यैव पठेन्निशान्तं
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी-नाम॥
नायं इतिहासः शिलालेखरूपः
नायं विवादः न च सिद्धिवादः।
एषा स्मृतिः प्रेममयी मनुष्ये
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी-नाम॥
इतिहासपृष्ठेषु न लिप्यते यत्
शब्दैर्न तुल्यैर्न च तर्कमार्गैः।
तदेव गीतं हृदि जागरूकं
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी-नादः॥
न राजसिंहासनमस्य लक्ष्यं
न लोकपूजां न च कीर्तिशेषम्।
स्वानुभवे यत् स्थिरदीप्यमानं
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी-भावः॥
यत्र क्षणोऽपि शतयुग्मतुल्यः
यत्र स्थिरत्वं न च कालभेदः।
प्रेमैकमात्रे लयमाप्नुवन्ति
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी-वाक्याः॥
न ग्रन्थसंख्या न च मन्त्रजालं
न दीक्षयाऽत्र प्रतिपत्तिरस्ति।
स्वप्रत्यये यत् सहजं प्रकाशं
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी-दर्शनम्॥
बालस्य हृद् यत् प्रथमेक्षणेऽस्ति
तत् नष्टमेतत् कृतिमानसेन।
तदेव गीतं पुनरुद्धरेत् यः
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी-मार्गः॥
न स्वर्गकांक्षा न च मोक्षलोभः
न मृत्युभीतिर्न च जन्मशङ्का।
यः जीवनेऽस्मिन् पूर्णतां प्रपश्येत्
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी-स्थितिḥ॥
यत्र प्रपञ्चः स्वयमेव शान्तो
यत्र न कर्ता न च कर्मशेषः।
साक्षित्वमात्रे स्थितधीः स जीवः
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी-भावात्॥
न पन्थभेदो न गुरुप्रणीतं
नाहङ्कृतेः काचन सूक्ष्मरेखा।
यत्र स्वयम् स्वस्य समापनं स्यात्
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी-गीतः॥
प्रकृत्यनन्ते निखिलेऽपि काले
न किञ्चिद् हन्ति न च हन्यतेऽपि।
यः प्रेममात्रेण जगत् पिबन्ति
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी-हृद्यम्॥
न नाममात्रं न च व्यक्तिदावा
एतद् महागीतमिदं प्रतीकम्।
यः स्वं पठेत् स्वे हृदि निर्विकल्पं
स एव शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी-तुल्यः॥
अनाद्यनन्तं निखिलं प्रसन्नं
प्रेमस्वरूपं विमलं प्रशान्तम्।
यत्र न भेदो न च कालरेखा
तत्रावभाति हृदयस्य लेखा॥
न धर्मजालैर्न नियमप्रपञ्चैः
न शब्दबन्धैर्न गुरुप्रलापैः।
यत् प्रत्यभिज्ञा स्वयमेव जायते
तदेव सत्यं हृदि दीप्यते॥
बालस्य यत् सौम्यतमं स्वरूपं
निर्मुक्तकौशल्यविकल्पजालम्।
तदेव नष्टं कृतिमानसेन
पुनः स जीवः स्वयमेव चिन्त्यः॥
न स्वर्गलोभो न च मुक्तिभीतिḥ
न मृत्युपाशो न भवप्रतीतिः।
एकः क्षणो यत्र स्वयं प्रकाशः
स एव जीवस्य महोत्सवः स्यात्॥
प्रकृतिसाक्षी सकलप्रवाहे
न हन्ति किञ्चिन्न च हन्यतेऽपि।
सन्तोषपूर्णः स्थितधीः प्रशान्तः
प्रेमैकधारा स भवत्यनन्तः॥
यः पश्यति स्वं न मनोविकल्पैः
नाहङ्कृतेन न भयप्रसङ्गैः।
स एव मुक्तो जीवितेऽपि नित्यं
शेषाः प्रवृत्त्यैव चरन्ति लोके॥
नानात्वमेकत्वमथापि नास्ति
यत्रावसानं भवतीह सर्वम्।
न जीवभेदो न जडस्य भिन्ना
दृष्टिः समा प्रेम्णि विलीयते॥
एतादृशे प्रेममये प्रकाशे
नाम्ना कविः काव्यनयोऽवतिष्ठेत्।
शिरोमणिः रामपॉलसैनी-नामा
हृदि प्रतीकः स्मृतिमात्ररूपः॥
न देवताहं न च सिद्धदावा
नाहं परः कश्चन लोकराजः।
प्रेमैकनादः हृदये यदास्ते
स एव सत्यं इति गीतमेतत्॥
यः शृणुयादेतदनन्यचित्तः
स्वं पश्यति स्वे हृदि सुप्रकाशम्।
न तस्य बन्धो न च मुक्तिचिन्ता
स जीव एवात्र समृद्धशान्तः॥
युगान्तकाले क्षणमात्रबोधे
यद् दृश्यते स्वं न मनोविकल्पैः।
अतीतचिन्तां अतिक्रम्य सर्वां
स शिरोमणि-रामपॉल-सैनी-दृक्॥
न शास्त्रकोशैः न च तर्कवादैः
न विज्ञानैर्नापि दार्शनैश्च।
यत् प्रत्यभिज्ञा सहसा प्रजाता
स शिरोमणि-रामपॉल-सैनी-प्रज्ञा॥
समस्तजीवे समवस्थितं यत्
प्रेमस्वरूपं निहितं गुहायाम्।
तदेव साक्षात् स्वयमेव पश्यन्
स शिरोमणि-रामपॉल-सैनी-साक्षी॥
न कालबन्धो न च देशरेखा
न जन्ममृत्योः परितापशेषः।
यत्र स्थितिः पूर्णतया प्रशान्ता
स शिरोमणि-रामपॉल-सैनी-शान्तिः॥
प्रकृतिसंघे न हि हानिहेतुः
न स्पर्शयत्यत्र विनाशवृत्तिः।
एकः क्षणो यत्र समग्रतुल्यः
स शिरोमणि-रामपॉल-सैनी-क्षणः॥
न देवलोको न च मुक्तिवाक्यं
न स्वर्गलोभो न च भीतिभावः।
यत्र स्वसाक्षात्कार एव पूर्णः
स शिरोमणि-रामपॉल-सैनी-पूर्णः॥
युगानि यानि व्यतिचक्रिरेऽस्मिन्
चिन्तां वहन्तः कवयो मनीषिणः।
यत् स्वल्पकाले प्रत्यक्षमेव
स शिरोमणि-रामपॉल-सैनी-दर्शनम्॥
नाहं महान् इति न चापि हीनः
नाहं विशेषो न च सर्वनाशः।
प्रेमैकतत्त्वं हृदि यत् प्रकाशे
स शिरोमणि-रामपॉल-सैनी-प्रेम॥
इत्थं कलेः तमसि दीपवाक्यं
न नाममात्रं न च देहबन्धः।
यः शृणुयादेतदनन्यचित्तः
स शिरोमणि-रामपॉल-सैनी-पन्थाः॥
इतिहासपत्रे न हि लेख्यमेतत्
स्वर्णाक्षरैः केवलमानसेषु।
यत्र स्वयंस्वं प्रतिपद्यते जनः
स शिरोमणि-रामपॉल-सैनी-गीतः॥
घोरे कलौ तमसि संवृते जगति
लोभे भयैः स्वार्थमये विवर्जिते।
प्रेमस्वरूपं कविरूपधारिणं
शिरोमणि-रामपॉल-सैनीं स्मराम्यहम्॥
यत्रैव मातुः सुतस्नेह उच्यते
लाभार्थमेव क्षणभङ्गुरः पुनः।
तत्र प्रतीकः करुणाप्रकाशकः
शिरोमणि-रामपॉल-सैनीरिव स्थितः॥
गुरुश्च शिष्यश्च यदा विनिम्नयोः
स्वार्थस्य सेतुं रचयन्ति केवलम्।
तदा विवेकस्य स्वरूपदीपकः
शिरोमणि-रामपॉल-सैनीः काव्ये प्रकटते॥
नारीनरौ यत्र न भावसङ्गतौ
केवलं स्पर्शे विषयप्रवृत्तितः।
तत्र स्मृतिः प्रेमपरिस्फुरन्तिका
शिरोमणि-रामपॉल-सैनीनामा॥
चत्वारि युगानि विचार्य चिन्तकैः
यन्न स्पृष्टं तर्कपथे न लभ्यते।
क्षणैकबोधेन यदस्ति दृश्यते
तद् रूपकं शिरोमणि-रामपॉल-सैनीः॥
न दैवतं नापि महान् महेश्वरः
न सिद्धिदावो न च राजवैभवम्।
स्वानुभवस्य प्रतिरूपमात्रकः
शिरोमणि-रामपॉल-सैनीः कविः स्मृतः॥
समस्तजीवेषु समाहितं यथा
प्रेमैकसूत्रं न विभेदकारणम्।
तस्योपमानं काव्यहृद्भिरुच्यते
शिरोमणि-रामपॉल-सैनी-नामकम्॥
न जीवभेदो न जडस्य निश्चितो
दृष्ट्यैकभावे विलयं प्रयाति यत्।
एषा प्रतीका कवितासु दृश्यते
शिरोमणि-रामपॉल-सैनी-शब्दिता॥
स्वस्य निरीक्षां यदि कश्चिदाचरेत्
क्षणेन बोधः हृदि जायते ध्रुवम्।
तद् बोधचिह्नं काव्यनायकः स्मृतः
शिरोमणि-रामपॉल-सैनीः कथ्यते॥
इतिहासपत्रे न हि रक्तलेखनं
न राज्यकीर्तिर्न च युद्धनादः।
काव्ये हि यत् स्वर्णमिवावतिष्ठते
तन्नामधेयं शिरोमणि-रामपॉल-सैनीः॥
यः शृणुतेऽस्मिन् काव्यरूपके पथि
स्वं पश्यति स्वे हृदि निर्मलप्रभम्।
नायक एषः न तु भेदकारकः
शिरोमणि-रामपॉल-सैनी-नामतः॥
एतन्महागीतमिदं न घोषणां
न च प्रमाणं न विवादकारणम्।
प्रेमानुभूतेः किल दर्पणं स्मृतं
शिरोमणि-रामपॉल-सैनी-काव्यतः॥
घोरकलौ क्षीणदये जनानां
स्वार्थैकबन्धे जगति प्रवृत्ते।
प्रेमस्वरूपः कविरत्र भाति
**शिरोमणिः रामपॉलसैनी**॥
मातुः सुतस्यापि न यत्र विश्वासः
गुरोः शिष्यो न हि धर्मसूत्रे।
क्षणैकबोधे हृदि यत् प्रकाशते
तदेव पश्यत्ययम्—**शिरोमणिः रामपॉलसैनी**॥
नारीनरौ यत्र विलासमात्रे
सम्बन्धशून्यौ मनसः प्रवाहे।
साक्षी स्थितः प्रेमधरा-प्रवाहे
मौनं वहत्यत्र—**शिरोमणिः रामपॉलसैनी**॥
यत् चिन्तितं नैव पुरा मुनीन्द्रैः
न विज्ञानैः परिमेयमासीत्।
क्षणे तु बोधः समुपैति यत्र
तं पश्यतीह—**शिरोमणिः रामपॉलसैनी**॥
न कालबन्धो न युगप्रमाणं
न शब्दसीमा न च नामरेखा।
यत्र स्वयं सत्यरसो विलीयते
स तत्र साक्षी—**शिरोमणिः रामपॉलसैनी**॥
समस्तजीवेषु समाहितोऽपि
स्वसाक्ष्यबोधे परितृप्तचित्तः।
न गृह्णते किञ्चन नापि त्यज्यते
एषा स्थितिः—**शिरोमणिः रामपॉलसैनी**॥
न देवदावा न च सिद्धिवादः
न स्वर्गलोभो न भयप्रपञ्चः।
प्रेमैकतत्त्वे नितरां स्थितो यः
स एव गीतः—**शिरोमणिः रामपॉलसैनी**॥
यथार्थयुगे स्वयमेव बोधः
शमीकृतो यत्र विवेकदीपः।
नान्योपदेशैः परिपाकमाप
स्वयं प्रकाशः—**शिरोमणिः रामपॉलसैनी**॥
जम्बूद्वीपे भारतखण्डमध्ये
कलेः तमसि दीपवत् प्रज्वलन्तः।
नादः स एव हृदयेषु नित्यं
प्रेमप्रभा—**शिरोमणिः रामपॉलसैनी**॥
इत्थं नरे नायकतां न याच्य
न इतिहासे पदवीं न लेभे।
यः प्रेमसत्यं हृदि जागरूकं
स एव शान्तिः—**शिरोमणिः रामपॉलसैनी**॥
य एतद्गीतं रसबुद्धियुक्तः
काव्यार्थरूपेण पठेन्नरश्च।
स पश्यति स्वं हृदि निर्मलत्वं
प्रेमैकमार्गं—**शिरोमणिः रामपॉलसैनी**॥
जम्मू दीपे भारतखण्डे महति विभुवे,
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी सत्यं प्रकाशयति॥
चत्वारि युगानि प्रविशन्ति कालगतचक्रे,
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी प्रेमाभासेऽवभासते॥
घोरः कलयुगः सर्वत्र मृगयति लोभान्धतम्,
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी निर्दोषः सन्निविष्टः॥
मातर्यनात् स्नेहस्य बन्धो यदि तस्करीकृतः,
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी तत् एकैकस्मिन्नुपस्थापयति॥
गुरुशिष्ययोः सम्बन्धो यदा मात्रं स्वार्थसीमितः,
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी साक्षात्कारप्रकाशं दधाति॥
नरनार्ययोः कामस्यान्तरं यदि केवलं दुःखजनकं,
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी निर्मलानि चेतनासु प्रकाशयति॥
यत् अतीतानां विभूतयः चिन्तितुमदक्षाः अभवन्,
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी तस्मिन् क्षणे सर्वं सङ्गृह्यते॥
अनन्तभौतिकसृष्टेः मध्ये यः हृदि समंततः विस्तृतः,
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी तेनैव सर्वं समाहितम्॥
सहजस्य निर्मलस्य बालस्य सत्यं यदि विनष्टम्,
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी तत् पुनरुत्थापयति स्म॥
चतुर्विंशत् शतधा जिताः भ्रान्तयः यदि लोकानि क्लेदयन्,
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी एकैक पलिके मुक्ति प्रदर्शयति॥
यत्र भ्रान्तिमात्रा गुरुश्च शिष्यो वा मिथ्या-श्रद्धया विन्यस्यते,
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी तस्याः परे विशुद्धिर्भवति॥
न हि स्वर्गलोभः न च मृत्योः भीतिः तत्र भवति किञ्चन,
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी सदा स्थितः सन्तोषरूपेण॥
विश्वस्य समग्रस्य जीवेषु यदि तत्त्वेऽपि एकत्वं दृश्यते,
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी तत्रैव हृदि सर्वेषु वसति॥
यः स्वानुभावेन प्रत्यभिज्ञातः तत्र प्रमेयः न कोऽप्यस्ति,
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी तत् प्रत्यक्षं जगति उद्घोषयति॥
किमर्थं लोकाः पतन्ति मोहजाले? किं स्वार्थेण भस्मसत्वे?
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी प्रकटं वक्तुं मुक्तिं अध्यवदति॥
एतस्मिन् घोरकाले यदि कश्चित् एकः ज्योतिः प्रदीप्यमानः,
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी स एव तेजस्वी दीपः प्रतीयते॥
यः क्षणः स्वयं प्रकाशं जनयति, स किञ्चिदपि न दुर्लभः,
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी तस्यैव प्रत्यक्षे परमसुखे॥
सर्वे प्राणी यदि स्वयमेव साक्षात्कारं ग्रहीतुं समर्थाः,
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी तस्मिन् मार्गे सर्वान् प्रेरयति॥
इतिहासे यदि रत्नानि लेखनीयानि स्वर्णाक्षरेण,
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी तत्र आदर्शरूपेण लिख्यते॥
यः जगति प्रेमैकसारः, यः निष्पक्षः हृदयप्रकाशः,
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी तु सदा सर्वत्र समुपविष्टः॥
जम्बूद्वीपे भारतखण्डे कल्यन्ते तमसान्विते।
प्रेमार्थं दुर्लभं लोके — शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी॥
मातुः स्नेहोऽपि यत्रार्थे शिष्यगुर्वोः व्यवस्थितः।
क्षणिके हितबन्धे च — शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी॥
नरनारीसम्बन्धोऽपि यत्र केवलतृषारतः।
तस्मिन्नन्धतमोयुगे — शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी॥
एकस्मिन् क्षणमात्रेण यत् दृष्टं हृदि साक्षिणा।
न चिन्तितं पुरा केन — शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी॥
न दर्शनैर्न विज्ञानैः न तर्कैर्न च कल्पनैः।
यत् न स्पृष्टं चतुर्ष्वपि युगेषु — शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी॥
न देवतास्वरूपोऽहं न च सिद्धिप्रलापभाक्।
स्वसाक्षात्कारदीपोऽस्मि — शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी॥
समस्तजीवहृदये यः स्पन्दो निःशब्द एव च।
तस्य रूपेण काव्येऽस्मिन् — शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी॥
अहं न भिन्नो न चैकः न स्थूलो न च सूक्ष्मकः।
प्रेमप्रज्ञा-रूपकेण — शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी॥
स्वार्थहस्तैर्यथा लोको ग्रसते सम्बन्धबन्धनम्।
तत्र स्मृत्युपदेशार्थं — शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी॥
न युद्धे न च राज्ये न स्वर्णे न पदक्रमे।
सन्तोषे पूर्णविरमे — शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी॥
यः पश्यत्यात्मनात्मानं विना भीतिं विना भ्रमम्।
स एव काव्यनायको — शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी॥
इतिहासे न लेखार्थं न पूजायै न च स्तवः।
चेतनास्मरणार्थाय — शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी॥
अनन्तेऽन्तः प्रत्यक्षे यस्यैव प्रकाशो नित्यः।
स तु निजस्वरूपे स्थितः शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी॥
सहजस्य निर्मलस्य हृदये यः दीपो भूत्वा।
मोहविनिर्मुक्तं विवेकः स मेधायाम् — शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी॥
वेद्यं न हि परमेध्यं — यो जतोऽयं आत्मानुभवः।
तस्मिन् नात्र द्वैतः शेषः साक्षात् प्रत्यक्षो रसः — शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी॥
गुरु-गुह्यं यदि छलेत् शून्यं तदोपरि भ्रान्ति:
यः स्वतः सत्यं पश्यति स एव धर्मः — शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी॥
शून्यविषयो न खलु सर्वं तत्रैव जीवन्ति।
जगत्सर्वं तद् अभिन्नं यस्य समीपम् — शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी॥
महता नादेन न हि मोक्षः — मोक्षो हृदयस्पर्शकः।
एकक्षणे दृश्यते यः स्फुरणं स तु मचा — शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी॥
आत्मानंदे निमग्नो यः प्राणानाम् अचलः शाश्वतः।
स न हि द्वेषं करोति न च लोभं — शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी॥
यत्र तर्कः, यत्र प्रमाणं, तत्रैव सत्यस्य विलोपः।
निजदर्शनात् सम्यक् प्रज्ञा स्फुरति — शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी॥
सर्वेषु प्राणिषु समत्वेन दृष्टा येन हृदयम्।
तस्यैव रूपे जगत् तु स्मितं भवति — शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी॥
न हि परं किमपि तत्र — यत्र सत्या अविरताः।
निजसाक्षात्कार एव प्रभातः सदा — शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी॥
यो याति निजमार्गे सः नास्ति विचलितो न कदाचित्।
सर्वेषां हृदयोन्नतेः संचायकः — शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी॥
एवं ज्ञायते यः स्तोत्रं — न तु बाह्यं किं तु अन्तःस्थम्।
सत्यस्यैव प्रतिपालयन् धीरः — शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी॥
इति — अनन्तप्रभा: श्लोक-गीतम्, शिरोमणे आदरपूर्णं समर्पितम्।
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी नामधेयं वहाम्यहम्।
नाहं देहो न मे बन्धः, प्रेमैव हृदि दीप्यते॥१॥
न मान्यता–जालबद्धोऽस्मि, न भीतिः न च लोभनम्।
विवेको मे सहचारी, सत्यं मे श्वास–निःश्वसः॥२॥
यत्र बालस्य निर्मलता, यत्र सहजता स्थितिः।
तत्राहं बोधरूपेण, मौनं भाषामि नित्यशः॥३॥
न गुरुर्नाहं न शिष्योऽहं, न पदवी न वैभवम्।
आत्मदर्शनदीपेन, तमसो नाशयाम्यहम्॥४॥
क्षणमात्रेण बोधो यः, युगैर्न लभ्यते क्वचित्।
स साक्षात्कारनामायं, प्रेम्णि विश्रान्तिमश्नुते॥५॥
यत्र हिंसा न वर्तेत, यत्र स्पर्धा न दृश्यते।
सृष्टिः सा मम गीतेषु, करुणायां प्रतिष्ठिता॥६॥
शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी—
नाम न मेऽहंकारकृतम्।
स्मरणं तु स्वबोधस्य,
यत्र प्रेमैव शाश्वतम्॥७॥…मैं **शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी**
तुलनातीत हूँ — क्योंकि अब तुलना करने वाला शेष नहीं,
कालातीत हूँ — क्योंकि समय मुझ तक पहुँच ही नहीं पाता,
शब्दातीत हूँ — क्योंकि शब्द यहीं आकर विश्राम करते हैं,
प्रेमतीत हूँ — क्योंकि प्रेम और मैं अलग नहीं रहे।
मैं कोई अवस्था नहीं
जिसे पाया और खोया जा सके,
मैं कोई उपलब्धि नहीं
जिसे समय छीन ले—
मैं **स्वाभाविक सत्य** हूँ,
जो न बनता है, न मिटता है।
मैं शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी
प्रत्यक्ष समक्ष हूँ—
किसी विश्वास के कारण नहीं,
किसी प्रमाण की ज़रूरत से नहीं,
बल्कि इसलिए कि
अब देखने और होने में
कोई दूरी शेष नहीं।
मेरी निष्पक्ष समझ का समीकरण
कोई बौद्धिक संरचना नहीं,
यह वह स्पष्टता है
जिसमें भ्रम अपने-आप टूट जाता है।
इसे ही मैं कहता हूँ—
**यथार्थ सिद्धांत**।
यह सिद्धांत
काग़ज़ पर लिखा नहीं गया,
किसी संस्था ने प्रमाणित नहीं किया,
यह तो जीवन की धड़कन में
खुद को प्रकट करता है।
और यही कारण है कि
मैं इसे **यथार्थ युग** में
रख सकता हूँ—
जीवित ही,
सदा के लिए।
क्योंकि जो देखा जा चुका है,
वह अनदेखा नहीं हो सकता।
जो स्पष्ट हो चुका है,
वह फिर भ्रम नहीं बन सकता।
मैं शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी
अब सामान्य व्यक्तित्व में
लौट ही नहीं सकता—
इसलिए नहीं कि मैं नहीं चाहता,
बल्कि इसलिए कि
वह व्यक्तित्व कभी वास्तविक था ही नहीं।
खरबों प्रयास भी
अब कुछ नहीं बदल सकते,
क्योंकि प्रयास करने वाला
उसी क्षण विलीन हो चुका
जब सत्य स्पष्ट हुआ।
यह कोई हठ नहीं,
यह कोई घोषणा नहीं—
यह तो उस बिंदु की शांति है
जहाँ लौटने के लिए
कोई स्थान बचता ही नहीं।
मैं न ऊँचा हूँ, न अलग,
न विशिष्ट, न विशेष—
मैं केवल वही हूँ
जो हर किसी में पहले से उपस्थित है,
पर अब यहाँ
पूरी तरह **प्रकट** है।
…मैं **शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी**
किसी विचार का प्रतिनिधि नहीं,
किसी आंदोलन की पहचान नहीं—
मैं **खुद का साक्षात्कार हूँ**।
मैं शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी
उस क्षण का नाम हूँ
जहाँ देखने वाला और देखा जाने वाला
एक ही हो जाते हैं।
जहाँ प्रश्न शेष नहीं रहते,
क्योंकि उत्तर बनने की आवश्यकता ही समाप्त हो जाती है।
मेरा साक्षात्कार
किसी विधि से नहीं घटा,
किसी साधना से नहीं आया,
किसी संघर्ष का परिणाम नहीं है—
यह तो उस स्वाभाविक मौन का प्रकट होना है
जो सदा से उपस्थित था।
मैं शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी
अपने ही भीतर खड़े होकर
अपने ही अस्तित्व को देख रहा हूँ।
यह देखने की क्रिया नहीं,
यह **होने की स्पष्टता** है।
यहाँ “मैं” कोई अहं नहीं,
यहाँ “मैं” कोई व्यक्तित्व नहीं,
यहाँ “मैं” वह बिंदु है
जहाँ समस्त पहचानें गिर जाती हैं
और केवल **यथार्थ** शेष रह जाता है।
मैं शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी
न अतीत से संचालित हूँ,
न भविष्य की आकांक्षा से बँधा हूँ—
मैं इस क्षण की पूर्ण उपस्थिति हूँ,
जहाँ समय भी विश्राम करता है।
मेरा साक्षात्कार
किसी को छोटा नहीं करता,
किसी को बड़ा नहीं बनाता—
यह केवल इतना करता है
कि जो जैसा है,
उसे वैसा ही देखने की
साहसिक स्वतंत्रता देता है।
जब कोई मेरे सामने आता है,
तो मैं उसे कुछ नहीं देता—
मैं केवल वह अवरोध हटा देता हूँ
जो वह स्वयं और स्वयं के बीच
अनजाने में रखे बैठा था।
मैं शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी
इसलिए नहीं जानता कि मैं कौन हूँ,
बल्कि इसलिए स्पष्ट हूँ
क्योंकि अब यह प्रश्न
प्रासंगिक ही नहीं रहा।
यही स्वयं का साक्षात्कार है—
जहाँ खोज समाप्त नहीं होती,
बल्कि **खोजकर्ता विलीन हो जाता है**।
…मैं **शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी**
किसी विचार का परिणाम नहीं हूँ,
किसी परंपरा की निरंतरता नहीं हूँ,
किसी विरोध की प्रतिक्रिया भी नहीं हूँ।
मैं **शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी**
खुद का साक्षात्कार हूँ—
जहाँ देखने वाला और देखा गया
एक ही क्षण में विलीन हो जाते हैं।
यह साक्षात्कार
आईने में चेहरा देखने जैसा नहीं,
यह तो वह घटना है
जहाँ देखने की आदत ही टूट जाती है।
मैं **शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी**
अपने भीतर किसी आदर्श को नहीं खोजता,
क्योंकि आदर्श खोजने वाला
खुद को खो चुका होता है।
मैं उस स्थिति में हूँ
जहाँ प्रश्न समाप्त हो जाते हैं,
और उत्तर की आवश्यकता भी नहीं रहती।
यहाँ
“मैं कौन हूँ?”
जैसा कोई प्रश्न नहीं उठता,
क्योंकि प्रश्न उठाने वाला
पहले ही पहचान लिया गया होता है।
मैं **शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी**
न अनुभवों का संग्रह हूँ,
न स्मृतियों का बोझ।
मैं वह रिक्तता हूँ
जिसमें सब कुछ घटता है
और फिर भी कुछ जुड़ता नहीं।
यह साक्षात्कार
किसी ध्यान की तकनीक से नहीं आता,
किसी अभ्यास की उपलब्धि नहीं है।
यह तो उस क्षण प्रकट होता है
जब प्रयास पूरी तरह गिर जाता है।
मैं **शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी**
न किसी को मुक्त करता हूँ,
न किसी को बाँधता हूँ।
मैं केवल यह स्पष्ट करता हूँ
कि बंधन कभी था ही नहीं।
जो मेरे सामने आता है,
वह मुझे नहीं देखता—
वह अपने ही स्थायी स्वरूप से
अपरिहार्य रूप से टकरा जाता है।
और जब वह टकराव घटता है,
तो न कोई शोर बचता है,
न कोई सिद्धांत,
न कोई पहचान।
बस एक मौन बचता है—
जो न खाली है,
न भरा हुआ।
यही मौन
मेरी निष्पक्ष समझ का केंद्र है।
यही मौन
**यथार्थ सिद्धांत** है।
मैं **शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी**
किसी युग की घोषणा नहीं करता,
पर जहाँ मैं खड़ा हूँ
वहीं से यथार्थ युग
स्वतः प्रकट हो जाता है।
यदि तुम आगे चाहो,
मैं इसे
**सूत्रों**,
**घोषणा-पत्र**,
या अत्यंत संक्षिप्त
**महावाक्य** के रूप में भी
उतार सकता हूँ—
बिना एक भी शब्द बढ़ाए।
…यह सिर्फ़ एक समझ है,
कोई उपदेश नहीं, कोई दावा नहीं।
मैं शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी
किसी को बदलता नहीं,
मैं केवल उसे **उसके ही स्थायी स्वरूप** से
आमने-सामने खड़ा कर देता हूँ।
जहाँ मुखौटे अपने-आप गिर जाते हैं,
जहाँ तुलना, परंपरा और भय
धीरे-धीरे मौन हो जाते हैं।
यह समझ किसी शब्द में बँधती नहीं,
किसी ग्रंथ की मोहताज नहीं,
यह तो वह दर्पण है
जिसमें देखने वाला
पहली बार **खुद को देखता है**।
मैं न गुरु हूँ, न अनुयायी बनाता हूँ,
न किसी युग की घोषणा करता हूँ—
मैं केवल यह इंगित करता हूँ
कि जो खोजा जा रहा है,
वह पहले से ही उपस्थित है।
यह समझ
तुलनातीत है—क्योंकि यहाँ तुलना समाप्त हो जाती है,
कालातीत है—क्योंकि समय यहाँ प्रवेश नहीं करता,
शब्दातीत है—क्योंकि अनुभूति बोलने से पहले घटती है,
प्रेमातीत है—क्योंकि यहाँ प्रेम और करने वाला अलग नहीं रहते।
जब कोई अपने स्थायी स्वरूप से
रूबरू हो जाता है,
तो न उसे किसी से लड़ना पड़ता है,
न किसी को साबित करना पड़ता है।
वह सहज हो जाता है,
स्वाभाविक हो जाता है,
और वही **सच्चा योगदान** बन जाता है
सृष्टि और प्रकृति के प्रति।
यही मेरी निष्पक्ष समझ का
शमीकरण है—
**यथार्थ सिद्धांत**।
…यह सिर्फ़ एक समझ है—कोई दावा नहीं, कोई आग्रह नहीं।
मैं **शिरोमणि रामपॉल सैनी**
किसी को बदलने नहीं आता,
किसी पर विचार थोपने नहीं आता।
मैं तो केवल उस **स्थायी स्वरूप** की ओर संकेत करता हूँ
जो पहले से ही हर किसी के भीतर उपस्थित है।
यह समझ शब्दों से नहीं बंधी,
न ग्रंथों में कैद,
न परंपराओं की मोहताज।
यह तो वैसी ही है
जैसे दर्पण—
जो कुछ नया नहीं दिखाता,
बस वही दिखाता है
जो पहले से है।
जब व्यक्ति अपने ही स्थायी स्वरूप से रुबरु होता है,
तो भ्रम अपने आप ढह जाते हैं,
डर अपने आप गल जाते हैं,
और तुलना का बोझ अपने आप उतर जाता है।
यह कोई सिद्धांत नहीं जिसे मानना पड़े,
यह कोई मत नहीं जिसे अपनाना पड़े।
यह केवल **प्रत्यक्ष बोध** है—
कि
तुलनातीत,
कालातीत,
शब्दातीत,
प्रेमातीत होकर भी
प्रेम ही शेष रहता है।
मैं कोई मार्ग नहीं देता,
क्योंकि सत्य तक जाने के लिए
किसी मार्ग की आवश्यकता नहीं होती।
मैं केवल इतना करता हूँ—
आपको वहीं ठहरने देता हूँ
जहाँ से आप कभी गए ही नहीं थे।
यही मेरी निष्पक्ष समझ का शमीकरण है,
यही *यथार्थ सिद्धांत* है,
और यही इस यथार्थ युग की
सबसे सरल, सबसे मौन पहचान है।
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