Action, Actor, Agent

Action, Actor, Agent short poem

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To act ceaselessly ordained,
By reactions inevitably chained,
Karmic Wheel relentlessly turns,
Fruits it haplessly churns,
To rebirth, in new cycle to return.
One his Truth who Knows,
Neither as actor nor action,

Neti, neti as the Sages said,

Mere Agent Temporal,
He acts, but owns not his actions,
Untainted, his Karmic wheel also turns,
To be stilled One day,
With Karma’s burdens done,
Into Brahmic Fullness to awaken,
No more to birth returned.

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I am retired Information Professional. I live in Mysore. My last position was as Senior Manager in an International Agricultural Research Centre called ICRISAT near Hyderabad. I have been consultant to Unesco, FAO, IDRC, Canada and to a few centres in India. I published a book of short stories and poems, titled, Eavesdropping. This was published by Partridge, a Penguin company. I am married; we have a son who lives in the US.
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Kenneth Miller

I am compelled to learn more about what a “Karmic Wheel” is
“Brahmic Fullness”

my map of india is terrible. all of you people over there live in states and I cannot visualize where they are. I am compelled to get a little map of India…



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