The contemporary seeker

It is the gaze of the Lion

Looking back to clarify

Simhāvalokana is the summary

To confirm it is not a flummery

Sixth is the poster chapter to recognize

It has all six signs to make you wise

Perfect for the modern seeker

Who walks around like a sneaker

This contemporary seeker is proud

(She)He feels special in the crowd

(She)He has an overdeveloped 'Head'

(She)He considers (her)himself well read

Within the seeker it comes to focus

The heart of the seeker is the lotus

Lotus blossoms when there is sun

Śāstra is the self evident sun

Sun will not open a clay lotus

Sun cannot open a wooden lotus

Sun can never open a stone lotus

It is the beauty of the magnum opus

It is symbolic for lack of focus

Clay lotus will disintegrate in water

Rajasic is the nature of wooden lotus

That will bob up and down in water

Ignorance of ignorance will clink

Tamasic stone lotus will sink

Śiṣya vivekā is explained well

Bodhasāra narrates this well

The layers of the modern seeker

The body, the clan, the pride

The degree, the title, the profession

Peeled one by one cognitively

(She)He continues with the layers in the wake of knowledge

(She)He can see Brahman everywhere and acknowledge

Even the tiny 'God particle' Boson can be seen

But that is because of the 'Boss' within

Just like the darkness at the dawn

The infinite seeking of finite is gone

Brahman is self evident to everyone

The seeker, sought and seeking is one

Swamini Svatmavidyanada Chandogya Upanishad 6th chapter class Chandogya 59

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