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The Family Tree

Upanishads have their own attractive glory

Ambience is still set up with akyayika story

Mahavakya meal is the main course served

Brahma Vidya Stuthi is done by the deserved


Everyone gathers without advertisement 

In person or online for self-management 

Eager to learn about 'Self' from a stranger 

For some this is a real game changer


Birds make themselves attractive for mating

Stories make this Vidya attractive for studying

These stories make it more interesting

Twists and turns make it entertaining


Brahma Vidya is the Vidya ahead 

Unlike the story of Rahu's head 

Born on his own was the foremost Deva 

Birth not based on Punya or Papa


Brahma taught his first-born Atharva 

His son Angir was taught by Atharva 

Angir then taught his son Satyavaha 

Then went to Angiras through Bharadvaja 


This is a family tree of Brahma Vidya 

The message was revealed by Sastra

Exchanged between Sanyasi and Grahasta

Great Sage Vyasa gave rise to Sukha


Brahma Vidya is gender neutral to everyone

Men, Women and Other are included to stun

Haimavati, Maitreyi, Gargi is few to name

These women Vedantins claim their fame 


I know I am, is never negatable 

That truth is non-negotiable

Please teach us that knowledge 

Knowing which everything is as well known 

Swamini Svatmavidyananda Mundakopanishad Class 5 







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