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āchāryavān puruṣo veda Part- 2 - The road to liberation Part -2

 





To be born as human is a boon

To realize that is like a blue moon 

The forest is nothing but the body

And Karmā represents some body


Made with skin and flesh

Nourished with blood and lymph

Strengthened by bones and marrow

Not knowing reality brings the sorrow


There are multiple desires erupt constantly

There are multiple paths emerge instantly

Mokṣa is one of the desire that emerge

In the middle of thousands to splurge


That desire to be free becomes prominent

Moving away all the other to be subdominant

It is because of pure grace

Which helps you win the race


In the crowded airport the sign board appears

The Guru with the Mokṣa board removes fears 

The blindfold of wrong priorities is sheared 

The samsārā forest is instantly cleared 


The knowledge happens then and there

The freedom is understood then and there

The desire to be free takes a quantum leap

The desire to know takes a long sweep


The complaining self no longer complains

The doubting self no longer doubts

The bound self no longer feels bound

The doorway is open to enjoy the liberation

Swamini Svatmavidyanandaji  Chandogya Upanishad Class 51



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  1. AdisaktiDecember 8, 2021 at 1:54 PM

    Wonderful poem! Thank you for sharing.


    My suggestion to you was not to take up omkara upasana, but to just practice being the watcher of the mind in all situations and get some inner space. I think you have done this already.

    with love and om
    Swaminiji

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