OMM- One Minute Meditation (Laghu Vakya Vritti 11-14)

Laghu Vakya Vritti 11-14

नष्टेपूर्वविकल्पेतुयावदन्यस्य नोदयः ।

निर्विकल्पकचैतन्यंस्पष्टंतावद्विभासते॥११॥

एकद्वित्रिक्षणेष्वेवंविकल्पस्य निरोधनम्।

क्रमेणाभ्यस्यतांयत्नाद्ब्रह्मानुभवकाङ्क्षि भिः ॥१२॥

सविकल्पजीवोऽयंब्रह्म तन्निर्विकल्पकम्।

अहंब्रह्मेति वाक्येन सोऽयमर्थोऽभिधीयते॥१३॥

सविकल्पकचिद्योऽहंब्रह्मैकं निर्विकल्पकम्।

स्वतःसिद्धा विकल्पास्तेनिरोद्धव्याः प्रयत्नतः ॥१४॥

When one thought is subsided

When next thought is yet to glide

Cognition free consciousness shines

Can be recognized within the shrine

One, two and three moments pass daily

Gradually and steadily practice daily

One minute meditation is OMM

One can practice daily to 'become'

An appointment to be made with self

Practice can perfect one out of shelf

Get comfortable to grow and glow

Nothing to do; No where to go

The string in the garland is of same reality

The Brahman is the ultimate reality

Brahman is not an object

Brahman is self evident subject

The punctuations, problems dropped

The projections, notions chopped

Aham Brahma Asmi is understood

The maha vakyā self shines as good

Enjoy the absence of vikalpā in silence

Enjoy the ancient sign language in silence

This is the best thing to do in pandemic

Can be done by everyone systematically

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