Triveṇī Sūtram

A tale for the seekers of Bhagavatī

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Adhyāya 1

– Bhagavatī Pīṭham

(The Sacred Seat of the Mother)

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​Maṅgalācaraṇam

​bhagavatī-dṛṣṭiḥ hṛdaye prathamā ।
sarva-yātrāṇāṃ sā bhavati mūlā ॥
(The Mother’s gaze in the heart is first;
it becomes the root of all journeys.)

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Prastāvanā –

The Meeting of Seekers
Sūtram:

dvaividhau sādakau, ekayā devyā samāgatāḥ ।
(Two seekers, by the will of Bhagavatī, are brought together.)

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There were two seekers.
Both were thirsty, not for water,

but for the eternal stream of knowledge

— Parā Vidyā.
It was not mere tṛṣṇā (thirst),
but a longing for tuṣṭi (fulfilment),
the inner contentment that only true knowledge awakens.

They had heard whispers of a hidden river, Sarasvatī,
flowing once in the forests of Bhāratī.
But in this age her name is forgotten,
and in every household runs only one stream —
the stream of commerce: earn, spend, repeat…

Yet these two seekers were different.
Their names: Rishi and Hrishi.
One carried stillness, the other carried fire.
Opposites in essence,
yet they met in the sacred gathering of Navarātri,
at Bhagavatī Pīṭham.
And under the gaze of the Mother,
they recognized in each other a common bond:
their chosen deity, Bhagavatī herself.

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Pūrvāṅga –

The First River: Jñāna
Sūtram:

jñānam eva śāntiḥ, jñānam eva tṛptiḥ ।
(Knowledge alone is peace, knowledge alone is fulfilment.)

They were seekers,
and both had touched the light of Self-realization.
But neither had yet found a Guru in flesh and form.
Instead, they listened within —
to the silent instructions of their Mother.

They asked questions without end,
not to win arguments,
but to untie the knots of the heart.
They knew: the outer world teaches to earn,
but the inner world teaches to return —
to return to the source, to Sarasvatī,
to the wisdom that quenches without exhausting.

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Madhyāṅga –

The Second River: Bhakti
Sūtram:

bhaktyā hṛdaya-saṅgamaḥ, devyāḥ prasādaḥ ।
(Through devotion hearts meet, by the grace of the Goddess.)

Rishi, calm and still.
Hrishi, fiery and intense.
Stillness and fire,
moon and sun,
met in the sacred night of Navarātri.

It was not accident.
It was the will of Bhagavatī,
who gathers seekers when the rivers of devotion
are ready to merge.

They realized:
what bound them was not birth, nor destiny,
but their love for the Mother.
Bhakti became their common tongue,
their shared breath.

Uttarāṅga –

The Third River: Tapas
Sūtram:

tapasā svam rūpaṃ nirmitiḥ, anyeṣām anugrahaḥ ।
(By tapas one shapes the self, and by it, blesses others.)

Their journey was not easy.
Without a living Guru,
each step was uncertain.
Yet they had faith:
the Goddess herself guided their mārga.

They saw that true tapas
was not austerity for its own sake,
but the shaping of one’s destiny,
and the gentle shaping of those one loves.

For what is love,
if not the recognition of the Eternal in another?
Not fleeting desire,
but the soul’s embrace of the Divine.

Samāpana –

The Confluence: Triveṇī
Sūtram:

trayo mārgaḥ saṅgatāḥ, ekā nadī Sarasvatī ।
(Three paths united, one river — Sarasvatī.)

Thus, through Rishi and Hrishi,
the Sūtram is revealed.
It is not their story,
nor mine,
but Hers.

Just as three rivers meet —
Gaṅgā, Yamunā, Sarasvatī —
so too do these paths unite:
Jñāna, Bhakti, Tapas.

This is the Triveṇī Sūtram.
Not authored, not possessed, not claimed.
It flows.
It is walked.
It is remembered.

For those who seek Bhagavatī,
may this confluence show the way —
to knowledge, to devotion, to love —
to the fulfilment beyond thirst.