
वृषाही वृषभो विष्णुर्वृषपर्वा वृषोदरः ।
वर्धनो वर्धमानश्च विविक्तः श्रुतिसागरः ॥ २८॥
vrishaahī vrishabho vishnur vrishaparvaa vrishodarah
vardhano vardhamaanashcha viviktah shrutisaagarah
He is Vrishaahi — the One who rides upon dharma, the master of righteousness.
He does not follow dharma — dharma follows Him.
He commands it, defines it, and realigns it when it falters.
He is the driver of the chariot of truth, the voice behind the law.
When confusion reigns, He becomes the lighthouse of clarity.
He is Vrishabha — the eternal bull, symbol of strength, stability, and dharma.
Not wild, but poised.
Not feral, but focused.
His presence is weight, grace, and steadiness in a world spinning too fast.
He upholds the yuga-dharma like a mighty bull holds the plough.
He is Vishnu — not a mere name, but a cosmic truth.
He pervades.
He spreads like fragrance, like meaning behind words, like presence behind prayer.
Every atom knows Him.
Every star is lit by Him.
He is the thread that weaves the tapestry of the universe.
He is Vrishaparva — the steps through which dharma ascends.
From the lowest to the highest, from instinct to enlightenment —
He is the pathway through which souls climb.
Every stage of evolution, every rung of refinement,
is part of the staircase He has carved into the universe.
He is Vrishodara — the One whose very belly holds the essence of righteousness.
Not in His mind, not just in His actions —
but in His very being, dharma lives and breathes.
Like fire hidden in wood, like nectar in flowers,
He contains the secret source of all ethical strength.
He is Vardhana — the One who makes all things grow.
Not just plants and bodies —
He grows hope, devotion, wisdom, faith.
He is the gentle hand under the seed,
the rain on the parched earth,
the whisper that tells you,
‘You can become more’.
He is Vardhamana — ever increasing, ever blooming.
Unlike the things of the world that rise and fall,
He grows without decay.
His grace grows.
His names grow.
His presence in your heart — grows until there’s no room for anything else.
He is the infinite tree with no shadow, only light.
He is Vivikta — untouched, untainted, set apart.
He walks through the mud of samsara but gathers no dust.
He dwells within the mess of minds, yet remains crystal.
He is not aloof — He is above.
A lotus blooming in murky water — untouched, majestic, divine.
He is Shrutisagara — the ocean of sacred sound,
from whom all the Vedas rise, like waves singing divine truths.
The chants, the mantras, the secrets of Brahman —
all are mere ripples on the surface of His wisdom.
Dive deep, and you will find Him —
the still, infinite depth beneath every sacred syllable.
This verse is a stairway of righteousness, a river of clarity, a call to the soul to rise.
He is not just a protector — He is the very law, path, purpose, and force behind what is right.
Vrishaahi. Vrishabha. Vishnu. Vrishaparvaa. Vrishodara. Vardhana. Vardhamana. Vivikta. Shrutisagara.
Each name is a step upward, each one a light held forward.
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