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āchāryavān puruṣo veda Part- 1 - The road to liberation Part -1


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






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  1. AdisaktiDecember 8, 2021 at 1:52 PM

    Om dear Lakshmi

    Thank 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

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