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A stethoscope and a scalpel

Nine poem garland for Swamini Svatmavidyanandaji for Navratri.


2. A stethoscope and a scalpel




 

The stethoscope that is in the neck

Hears the beats of the heart 

The rumblings of the intestine 

The musings of the lungs

 

The preoperative exam begins 

The blood work, The stress test

The X Ray The Echocardiogram 

The Body and mind is prepared 

 

The Guru is the surgeon 

The ignorance is the cataract 

The Upanishad is the scalpel 

The preparatory work begins 

 

The Karma The Dharma

The Yoga The Pranayama

The meditation The Satsang 

The body mind complex is ready

 

The operating room is ready

The Vedanta classes begins 

Stories unfold Jokes are told  

Mind is relaxed in the anesthesia 

 

Fear is extinguished 

Faith is established 

Shraddha is reinforced 

Devotion is strengthened 

 

The Upanishad is unfolded 

The scalpel is used 

The cataract is removed 

The ignorance is destroyed 

 

The self is known 

The vision is established 

The bondage is broken

The freedom begins 

 

Chandogya Upanishad Class by Swamini Svatmavidyananda July 3 2021 Chandogya six 13



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  1. AdisaktiOctober 26, 2021 at 11:09 AM

    I am happy that you are enjoying the classes. You are indeed a wonderful poet. This is a very nice poem and shows the depth of your understanding. With your consent, we can publish it in the Sukta newsletter. -With love and best wishes -Swaminiji

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