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Īśvara who is everywhere as e-svara (Laghu Vakya Vritti 4-6)


Laghu Vakya Vritti 4-6


जागरस्वप्नयोरेव बोधाभासविडम्बना । 

सुप्तौ तुतल्लयेबोधः शुद्धो जाड्यंप्रकाशयेत्॥४॥ 

जागरेऽपि धियस्तूष्णीम्भावः शुद्धेन भास्यते। 

धीव्यापाराश्च चिद्भास्याश्चिदाभासेन संयुताः ॥५॥

वह्नितप्तजलंतापयुक्तंदेहस्य तापकम्। 

चिद्भास्या धीस्तदाभासयुक्तान्यंभासयेत्तथा ॥६॥


Ripples and dirt make reflection distorted

Waking and dreaming make them assorted

Resolved mind is asleep but consciousness Is 

Illumines the ignorance even in sleep as Is 


Silence of the mind is illumined

Activities of the mind is illumined

chit is shining on its own complexion

chit is shining the reflection and projection


Upādhi is not intrinsic property

It is purely incidental liberty

Everything here is Īśvara

He spreads everywhere as e-svara


Cognition happens in two parts

Understanding that is a unique art

Information is first step called vritti-vyāpti

Recognition is second step called Phala-vyāpti


Water gets heated by fire and acquire the heat

Water cools down and rest as sleet

Intellect is illumined and illuminate nomenclature

Consciousness remains as is with no nomenclature 


Mithya is unreal beauty of a cardboard chair

You can decorate but not on lean on it dare

Puranam in the modak is the real sweet 

Enclosure of the dumpling is just to taste


Enjoy the creation day and night 

Do not get attached to it by sight 

The one that says 'I know' Is

That is the real I and know this. 



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