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Beat Beat Drums! Beat Beat Drums!

 


Beat Beat Drums! Beat Beat Drums!

Through the Upanishads -Through Satasloki - Shine as self evident Sat 

Disseminate the knowledge - Develop inner growth - Insulate the body mind sense 

Beat Beat Drums! Beat Beat Drums!

Through the Brihadāranya Upaniṣad- Through Yagñyavalka and Mytreyi 

Teach the truth once again - Riches don't come in the way- Riches don't give it away

Beat Beat Drums! Beat Beat Drums!

Through ṣravanam -Through Mananam -Through Nididhyāsanam

Clear the doubts, vagueness and errors

Beat Beat Drums! Beat Beat Drums!

Through Śāstra -Through Guru - Through Sampradāya

Reveal and revel in absolute reality 

Beat Beat Drums! Beat Beat Drums!

Through the distinct beats reveal the continuity

Reveal the string through the invisible symphony 

Beat Beat Drums! Beat Beat Drums!

Connect the beads of beats through the string

Exist, knowledge Limitless  and that is Sat-chit-ānanda

Beat Beat Drums! Beat Beat Drums!

Cross the boundaries of names, forms, colors and fragrances,

Cross the boundaries of Time, Space and place

Beat Beat Drums! Beat Beat Drums!

Brahman is the one who beats the drums !

Brahman is the one who hears the drums !


Swamini Svatmavidyanandaji class  Satasloki 63 a 

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