The pearls of Shastra (Laghu Vakya Vritti 9-10)

Laghu Vakya Vritti 9-10

क्षणेक्षणेऽन्यथाभूता धीविकल्पाश्चितिर्नतु।

मुक्तासुसूत्रवद्बुद्धिद्बु विकल्पेषुचितिस्तथा ॥९॥

मुक्ताभिरावृतंसूत्रंमुक्तयोर्मध्य ईक्ष्यते।

तथा वृत्तिविकल्पैश्चित्स्पष्टा मध्येविकल्पयोः ॥१०॥

To wander is its nature- mind,

You never mind wandering mind

To run on is its nature -words

You learn to put full stop to words

A toddler in the amusement park- Ahankarā

Rides and rides until it gets exhausted

Moment to moment thoughts are fleeting

Repeating again and again competing

Pearls of different sizes and colors

Strung together by the great scholar

Separate them gently to see the string

Then you can be one with the King

Physical body is the annamaya

Vital force is the pranamaya

Thoughts of the mind is manomaya

Doer becomes the vijñāmayā

Experiencer becomes the ānandamaya

Brahman is the ultimate sarvamaya

Entire world wakes up with you

As though they come in the view

Keep the external world external

Keep the internal perceptions external

Enjoy the beauty of the eternal

This can be the routine of diurnal

Bahiranga sādana purifies the mind

antaranga sādana reduces movements

Japa and meditation brings tranquility

Then you can understand the nobility

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