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‘As Though’ a poem

Nine poem garland for Swamini Svatmavidyanandaji for Navratri.


8. ‘As Though’ a poem 





Time, space trick as though they are real

Insentient, sentient exist as though objects

Mind, body as though associate with senses

Ether, air, water, fire, earth as though emerge

 

Sit still as though you occupy space

Pray deeply as though you are a Jiva

Act daily as though it is a play

Chant mantra as though there is duality

Enlighten as though there is ignorance

 

Arise from sleep as though it is a dream

Inhale deeply as though there is air

Roleplay in the universe as though duty

 

Enjoy the fun as though you experience

Accommodate as though you are big

Raga and dvesha as though managed

Touch is felt as though it is earth

Happiness is felt as though now and here

 

Free the jiva as though there is bondage

Ignite the mind as though there is fire

Rope is known as though snake disappear

Everything is burnt as though into ashes

 

Write a poem as though you are a poet

Allow thoughts as though they are guests

Test the water as though it is cold

Exhale and inhale as though you breathe

Rise and set as though day and night



(Swamini Svatmavidyananda Class on Satasloki 58 Sep 14 2021) Satasloki v 58  Satasloki v 58




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