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'I' in the city that never sleeps

Nine poem garland for Swamini Svatmavidyanandaji for Navratri.


7. 'I' in the city that never sleeps



 

The city with nine gates goes to sleep 

Closed eyes forget to weep 

Open ears ignore the beep

Senses rest after prolonged sweep

 

Nostrils no longer know to smell

Tongue no longer dwells in taste 

Breathing continues to happen

Digestion continues to happen 

 

Prana never stops moving 

Body learns to stop moving  

Mind is still wandering here and there

Memory is recollecting far and near

 

Things that are seen are combined

Desires and fears are combined

Forms and stories are described 

Comic dreams are transcribed 

 

The four stages of NREM blear                             

The REM stage where dreams appear

The alpha, the beta and the delta wave

The Rishis know them while in the cave

 

There is no dream without sleep

Dream slowly ends in deep sleep

The mind follows and goes to sleep

The city where I live goes to sleep

 

I in the city that never sleeps 

I in the city that never dreams 

I in the city that witnesses the sleep 

I in the city that witnesses the dream 

 

(Swamini Svatmavidyananda Class on Chandogya Upanishad Chapter 6 Sep 12 2021)  Chandogya six 34

 

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  1. AdisaktiOctober 26, 2021 at 9:56 AM

    This is a great poem. One of my favorites, although it is hard to choose. Om and love - Swaminiji

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