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Fry those Thattai Oh, Mom!

Nine poem garland for Swamini Svatmavidyanandaji for Navratri.


3. Fry those Thattai Oh, Mom!


Fry those Thattai Oh, Mom!

Fry those Vedanta circular Thattai


The ignorant body is the rice flour

The innate consciousness is the lentil flour

The nonstop mind is the water 

Pepper and salt together forms the life


Likes and dislikes disappear altogether

Doubts and refusal destroy in mananam

Prayerful devotion brings out the flame 

Shastra oil is ready to fry the flour 


Vedanta Shravanam removes the duality

Nididhyasanam removes the habitual orientation 

As the water evaporates, the Thattai floats

That golden fullness is self-evident


Fry those Thattai Oh, Mom!

Fry those Vedanta circular Thattai 


(Chandogya Upanishad Class by Swamini Svatmavidyananda July 10 2021) Chandogya six 15


 




 





 


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  1. AdisaktiOctober 26, 2021 at 10:00 AM

    Om dear Lakshmi, Thank You for sharing the poem. You are a gifted writer. keep writing. With love and Om- Swaminiji

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