They say,
without analysis, without commentary,
your Mantra Japa is incomplete.
That to chant without philosophy
is to walk without direction.
But the saints smile.
Because they know — the name itself is the way.
If the Nama of your Ishta Devata
rests upon your lips,
if your hands reach — even inwardly —
for their sacred feet in surrender,
then that alone is enough.
That alone is whole.
Let your lips be soaked
in Nama, Mantra, Stotra, Shloka —
each syllable a petal offered,
each breath a prayer returning home.
Let your heart be anchored
in Sharanagati —
not the timid kind of surrender,
but the full-bodied kind
that laughs, weeps, bows, and belongs.
For this is Bhakti.
And Bhakti is not the first step —
it is the summit itself.
To chant their name with love
is to carry their presence within you,
like a hidden lamp
that lights the path wherever you go.
The mind can debate,
the intellect can dissect,
but the name —
ah, the name burns through darkness,
softly, surely, sweetly.
And in this Kali Yuga,
where noise wears a thousand masks,
the divine name is the only sound
worth being lost in.
So chant.
Smile.
Surrender.
And when silence arrives,
you’ll find —
it whispers their name too.
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