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Dakṣinamurti Abisheka - Happy New Year

 





As water flows without resistance

The universe comes to existence

Brahman desired to be many 

Maya brings it out as plenty

As milk flows through the head

First element ākāṣā spread

As curd drapes through chest

Second element vāyu manifest

As the turmeric coats the face

Third element agnī flows by grace

As the sandalwood paste glows

Fourth element water flows


As the panchāmruta envelopes

The fifth element earth brings hope

The five elements manifest just

As they were in the previous yugā



New year began with a blessing

Advaita sun rising and shining

As Murti was getting decorated

The jīvās were decorated with trigunā


Sattvā manifests as clarity

Rajas manifests as desires

Tamas manifests as doubts

Day continues to exhaust karmā


Sattvā shines as happiness

Rajas springs as actions

Tamas rests as inactivity

Night makes them all resolve


Faded flowers are removed 

Jaded ahankarā is grooved

Murti shines as Nirmalyā

World is ready for another day 


Day after day time is felt  

Moment by moment thoughts are dealt

The inner space shines forever

The self evident I shines wherever



















 



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