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Medical School Vedanta

Nine poem garland for Swamini Svatmavidyanandaji for Navratri.


4.  Medical School Vedanta




Team of students are holding the scalpels 

Smell of formaldehyde hits the nostrils 

Body was draped in a synthetic hood 

Organs of sense & actions were understood 

 

Body was exposed and dissection began 

Eyes were seeing and hands were cutting 

Brain was shining Veins were glowing 

Arteries were dancing Nerves were trembling

 

Heart was chambered Lungs were branched 

Liver was found Pancreas was marked 

Intestines were uncurled Limbs were stretched 

Glands were glanced Muscles were mused 

 

I started looking desperately...

Where is the Mind? 

Where is the Intellect?

Where is the Memory? 

Where is Ahankara? 

Where is the I? 

 

 Oh, body! 

 

 You taught me that day I stepped in the anatomy hall 

 However, the layers of ignorance I held brought things to stall 

 Here comes the light of Shastra through the Guru 

 Now and here, the knowledge comes out as true 

 

Body is put together to disintegrate 

World is put together to resolve

Consciousness pervades the body 

Consciousness pervades the world 

 

That Consciousness is the Brahman 

That is the nondual true Atman   

That I missed in medical school 

Was brought to light in zoom school 

 

(Swamini Svatmavidyananda Madhuvidya Retreat 2021) Madhuvidya 1


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