Vedas - The Vaccine for Samsaritis (Gita 2:18 )

Chapter 2 Sloka 18

इमे देहा नित्यस्योक्ता: शरीरिण: |
अनाशिनोऽप्रमेयस्य तस्माद्युध्यस्व भारत || 18||

antavanta ime dehā nityasyoktāḥ śharīriṇaḥ
anāśhino ’prameyasya tasmād yudhyasva bhārata

The concept of permanency is twofold

The concept of destruction is twofold

Physical destruction is one form

Emotional destruction is another form

Ātma is devoid of both forms of destruction

Ātma is free for all kinds of perceptions

The relative permanent is the nature

The absolute permanent is the Brahman

The indweller in these bodies is the permanent

The bodies themselves are impermanent

Multiple keys are tried in the keyhole

The door is already open as a whole

Vedas remove the eclipse of ignorance

Self evident Ātma shines as the trance

Samsaritis has the Vedas as vaccine

Zoomkulam administer the vaccines

Upanishads are the different shots

Gita and prakarana releases the knots

Booster shot is given for the mutations

Ignorance is uprooted as the causation

This Sloka is said for the act of mind cleaning

The subjectivity lens can change the meaning

This can be misinterpreted as an order for 'Doing'

It is for the inner mind to get ready for brewing

Wrong priorities complicate the courtship

We have to cultivate a non doership

Giving up Karma in order to escape

Will not heal, but make the wound gape

The body is the chariot with sense organ horses

Intellect holds the rein to decide the course

Discrimination makes right decision in the brain

Lord Krishna, the inner Guru holds the rein

Swamini Svatmavidyananda Class 29 Gita 2:18

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