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Carrying the ocean
Be-dried by churning,
The turtle walks on
In search of 
Sweet water lake.

God too 
As in Kurma Avatar--
One of his ten, 
Keeps carrying on and on
Bearing on back heavy load.

And so does man as well,
Heaven or hell,
In his journey of
Eighty-four hundred thousand
Births to evolve
And be perfect human.

Yea, everything moves on 
And keeps moving on and on,
World is nothing if moves not,
Not for no reason
Is it called Jagat.
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Musings |16.01.2025|world, man, karma

Poet’s notes: Heavenly gods and demons churned ocean in ancient times in search of nectar to become immortal,  samudra-manthanam. Mandaar mountain was their churning rod, and a giant cobra called Vasuki was the rope. But as they began, the rod sunk deep in ocean’s belly. Vishnu came to help and became a turtle on whose back the rod rested. Fourteen jewels came out of the ocean by this great effort. … The ocean of life has saline water, and man is in eternal search of sweet water. He too has to walk on (do karma), kurma= turtle, symbolizing karma. ‘Eighty-four hundred thousand: as per Indic philosophy, one has to evolve through this number of life forms before getting a human birth, a figure very close to what science estimates as the number of specie. In Sanskrit, jagat (=world) means, that which moves on.

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