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The teachings began with a bang - Chapter 2 Sloka 14


Chapter 2 Sloka 14

मात्रास्पर्शास्तु कौन्तेय शीतोष्णसुखदु: खदा: 
आगमापायिनोऽनित्यास्तांस्तितिक्षस्व भारत 

mātrā-sparśās tu kaunteya śītoṣṇa-sukha-duḥkha-dāh
āgamāpāyino ’nityās tans-titikṣasva bhārata


Teachings  began with a bang

Song about death was sung

Jivā woke up as the bells rang 

And  now added was little tang


The practical manual was charted

Advaita in daily life started

Wake up to the reality of "I"

And Say that this body is not "I"


Stop blaming the world

Stop blaming the self

Stop engaging in a tourney

Start your vedanta journey 


Sense object and the sense organ connect

Don't give that perception lot of respect

Be objective, and take it with a stride

Be humorous and observe with a pride


Ātmā is not cold 

Ātmā is not hot

Ātma has no feelings

Ātma is simply 'is'


The ignorance is the root cause

The superimposition is the loss

Cut the wrong cord to be free

This knowledge will make you just 'be'


Perceptions are fleeting

Thoughts are fleeting

All variables are fleeting

Everything is fleeting 


No more loud complaints to spin

No more  fears and anxiety within 

You practice this Titikṣa as homework

That will clear this age old murk 

Swamini Svatmavidyananda Class   Gita Bhashya class 20

  

 










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