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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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