Paramacharya Pt. Hardeo Persad is awarded a Public Service Medal of Merit (Gold)

Hardeo Persad:
A veritable super-father. A god that is not far. Proximal and attainable. The undiminished and undiminishing star.The fixed celestial, human, epitome of potentiality for the aspirational Hindu/ yogi – incongruously, mankind Itself.
The philosopher-warrior-sage. The impeccable reflection of Rama. Indeed, the reflection that is Rama, produced by his own inherent luminosity. The guide and guidance system. The immortal defined by innumerable lifetimes as ancestral and progenous beings, all himself – his offspring,his children. The diaphanous sun that never fades nor sets. The steadfast libration of him, the moon and the disciple’s mind.
The acuitous intellect of the last Rishi. The creator of all worlds. The Absorber of human sins. He who annihilates delusional constructs, incessantly –
Nara-Singha, the tormentor, the devourer of stupidity, insolence and indolence – the enemies of his yogis.
Varaha, he pierces spiritual irrationality and the voidation of materialism. Matsya, he supports uninterrupted determination, the indiscernable determinant, Itself, Himself. Rama, he braces –fear unknown and unknowable. Krishan, an erratic play with the internal nadic system – purifying as he courses through adamantine states of peacelessness -the uncompromisable and gopis of headlessness .Buddha, as the awakener of the truest and purest form of intellectuality. Kalki, the undefined and indefinable. The worshipable whip of in-sensuality of Vamana. All is he, and He alone, Pt. Hardeo Persad.
Hear ye, hear ye. So cometh the Lord in Human form. The present Avatara as Sage, PT.Hardeo Persad. The inartificial pundit and the hand that holds. The indescribable Man. The ineffable God. The handsomeness of the adamantine lotus, his consort alone knows.
The sound of the soundless ocean.
The crocodile of ancient seas. The eagle of infinite skies. The shoreline interface betwixt, depthless seas and insurmountable mountain ranges.
Where is Pundit Hardeo Persad…. In my Heart. In the golden jewel – chambers of my heart, rests the ultimate sage, in contemplation – sublime, of his diverse and endless universes – extant, non extant, and yet to exist.
My Father, My Sage, My Avatar, the unburdened Air, my Ocean, My Cells, My fibrosity, my neurology. The endocrine system charmed and charged – illumined, by his effulgence, so producing the accurate-most ayurvedic physiology – in his yogis, in his yogi. Dhanvantari with Vajra – the effacer of diseases. The very mechanism of life. More than that, its immovable impetus.
Where is my Father, in my Heart. There seated himself, for observation of the one Being, Himself in me, Myself in Him.
And so a creation of words, describing the indescribable, in Bhajan (within the modernity of a language structure), to myself, AG. See the roses, see the humming birds, so see the rays of light, emanate and distinct from each other, see the grass perennial. Colourations.And Time slows. Here alone the yogi breathes.In an atmosphere of oxygenlessness, the phenomen-o-logicality of nothingness that is to himself everything. Not to fill lungs but to fill mind, the essential nature of his being, the magnanimous mind. Hanumata is Guru, guru is Him. See Him alone. Thus findeth him, the yogi, his God. Sutikshana finds in his heart, what cannot be found in the world.
Hail the ultimate Lord, Pt Hardeo Persad, the Lord Shiva himself. The Ultimate Being of all Worlds. The lotus petal and the dew drop. The Arctic and Antarctic interior of the crystalline lotus heart, the love affectation that is ceaseless. The Northern and Southern states, conditionalities, into which the yogi entraps-exiles, himself in the superiority of equilibrium -equipoise, the very meaning of GURUJI.This outpouring, I the conduitous, unvisuable quantum passages, into myself floweth, Him, The Higher Dimensional Substance.
Him the paradox, I the poet, no ordinary man could know.
I the semi-classical, he, the Classical.Nara-Narayana.
Glory unto the one, who is glorious, full of glory, splendoric. the avatar sings your praises, you the Creator of the Creator and His fathomless creations.
Were I to think of Him,Pt Hardeo Persad, how fortunate I am, to be – here, my words come to an end, for nothing, in furtherance, exists to be said of a God on Earth, PT Hardeo Persad.