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Shraddhāvān labhate jñānaṁ


Wheels on the samsarā bus go round and round

Jīvā is born again to be bound on ground

Engine is changed with the desire to be free

Tires are changed and aligned for free 


Vivekā tire helps to discriminate real from unreal

Vairagyā tire helps to drop the passion for unreal

Desire to be free pulls you forward 

The six pack wealth helps you roll ahead


Śama brings the inner tranquility of the mind

Dama manages senses and prevent them being blind

Titikṣha brings the equanimity to accept

Uparama helps you let go with a swift


Śraddhā is trust pending verification 

Samādhāna is the focus towards revelation

With these qualifications Jīvā gains knowledge

This can happen right in your own cottage


Śraddhā is the glasses that changes the vision

Śraddhā  changes the notion of division

Śraddhā lays a strong foundation 

Śraddhā develops a sense of appreciation


Salt doll is dropped in the ocean 

Salt is invisible with no motion

Salt is dissolved without any trace

Salt is felt when you taste


The means of knowledge is different

That is the lesson of this story

With Śraddhā the Jīvā engine is moved

Knowledge makes ignorance removed.


Swamini Svatmavidyanandaji  Chandogya Upanishad class 48



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