Long long ago so long ago
there was this man wandering
He was walking aimlessly
and was persistently pondering
He landed up in a dense forest
as though he was made for squandering
And before you know there were
robbers for money laundering
Those robbers beat him up
and tied him up to the tree
He was blindfolded, wounded
and could not be free
He cried and yelled for help
but could not see
He was losing hope as there
was no guarantee
There appears the one compassionate soul
whose cool hand touched his brow to console
He allowed her to untie his bondage
and let him show the way to his cottage
The Guru is the one who removes ignorance
The Guru then disappears without difference
The Guru has unconditional compassion that flows
The Guru then lightens the path that glows
The direction to home town is bestowed
The man is left with choices for the road
He can be a wanderlust and seek infinitely
Or choose to seek the infinite without difficulty
Will he choose the road to preyaś or śreyaś
Will he be blessed with the 3 M triad
(manuṣyatvaṃ, mumukṣutvaṃ, mahāpuruṣaṣaṃśrayaḥ)
Will he be wise not to repeat mistakes
Will he be free forever ?????
Let us wait for next class
Swamini Svatmavidyananda Chandogya Upanishad class 60
Om dear Lakshmi
ReplyDeleteThank you for the poem.
Here is my response for the problem of the wandering mind.
Minding the Mind
Let the mind wander
Let it meander
In trying to catch it, you’ll surely get caught
This is what Sri Gaudapada and gurus of yore have taught
It is good to accept all that one cannot really change
past, present, and future are perceptions within its range
Thoughts are like monkeys they leap and they fly
or perhaps like frogs who know not how to simply lie
or like dragonflies that flit with iridescent wings
like grasshoppers or crickets, and other jumping things
Let the mind wander
Let it meander
Who is the one who watches, who is the one who knows
that the mind cannot be still, so on and on it goes
Catch hold of the catcher the one who is really you
And then you suddenly find that there is nothing more to do
Let the mind wander
Let it meander
The mind is not a threat; tis is not your master
You are free of it though it runs faster and faster
With Om as the mantra, the anchor, and guide
You return home to yourself after an amusing ride.
Let the mind wander
Let it meander
With such practice, one finds the mind is dethroned
As dwelling in one’s glory is a skill that is honed
When the mind clamours to participate once more
This time you can let it in through the rear service door
Let the mind wander
Let it meander
Now the mind at your service, is the brightly lit one
as a mirror reflecting the orb of the sun
where the knowledge of the self as joy without bounds
liberates one from all wants, which is as good as it sounds
Let the mind be a wonder
Let it surrender
with love and om
Swamini Svatmavidyanadaji