Don't Wake up a sleeping person!

Sleep that cycles through stages

Sleep that cycles through all ages

Sleep is when all operations cease

Sleep is that which gives everyone peace

Don't Wake up a sleeping person!

Ahankara is out of commission

Ananda arrives without permission

We get a piece meal satisfaction

Between the desires that come to fruition

Koṣa is referred as locus of error

Knowing this can help us repair

Anna, prana, mano , vigñana ananda

They all are 'I' but 'I' is none of them

That bird has head as priyā

The flipping left wing is modā

The happy right wing is pramoda

Ananda essence is the atmā

That bird has Brahman as tail

And flies around without a trail

This is described in Taittiriya

And this is the truth of Anandā

Priyā occurs at the sight of the desired object

Modā arrives at the cognition of belonging

Pramodā is enjoyed by the union with the object

Ananda is knowing this without any object

Vedantin is happy with the knowledge

That the wealth of whole world is self

Sitting under a tree, a Vedantin gets it

We get it by sitting in front of a laptop

The joy of deep sleep is profound

The joy of Vedanta is unbound

The joy of freedom is all around

The joy of self is never outbound

Don't wake up a sleeping person !

Swamini svatmavidyananda Satasloki 65 a

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