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A cure for 'Samsaritis' - Sravanam, Mananam Nididhyasanam



Triple antibiotic treats Cellulitis 

Neomycin, Polymyxin  Bacitracin

Apply liberally so wounds can heal 

And it is kind of a package deal 


 Triple practice cures Samsaritis

 Sravanam, Mananam Nididhyasanam 

 Practice for the ignorance to flee

 And then you can be free


Tumor grows without a reason

Ignorance exists without an origin

Tumor spreads in predicted pattern

Ahankara grows like rings around Saturn 


Shabda acts without interruption  

Ignorance undergoes destruction   

The main ingredient of this concoction

Sravanam is the antidote with no option


Self enquiry removes the obstruction

Clears the doubts with no corruption 

Mananam functions as a wonderful remedy 

And it removes errors to bring clarity


Familiarity brings back the habit

Mind jumps back like a rabbit

Nididhyasanam makes you strong

So the knowledge shines along


A platter of appetizers are served 

And will be eaten by the deserved

It was  really a sweet treat 

We enjoyed in the Zoom retreat 


Swamini Svatmavidyananda Bahamas Retreat  Sravanam, Mananam, Nididhyasanam

(Sep 25-Sep 29 2021)




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