The Equation that needs beating to understand

It is the poster child of the Shastrā

Because it has all the shad lingā

Upakrama and Upasamhāra marks

The beginning and end for the thesis

Abhyāsa is the repetition for clarity

Apūrvatā makes it indeed a rarity

Phalā is the final fruit to cherish

That will never ever perish

Waves of Narmada repetitively crash

A ragged rock is now a smooth Shiva

No other means of knowledge can declare

It is the only one that make you aware

Arthavāda means statements to explain

Upapatti includes the examples

With all these lingā this chapter

Explains the truth crystal clear

Where is the ignorance located?

It is right where this question is located

It is the nature of the asker

It is the nature of the seeker

Ignorance is located where the fear is

Ignorance is located where the sorrow is

Time, space and thoughts are fleeting

Harvesting a potato needs lot of beating

When the question arises - Who am I?

The soil coverings are removed

The body, the senses, the mind

To reveal the whole potato

Swamini Svatmavidyananda Class Chandogya Upanishad 61

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