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1.Saddharshanam- The Three revolving doors (Īśvara, Jagat and Ahaṁkāra) - All Are One

விவேக அத்தியாயம் 

1. நாமுலகங் காண்டலா னானாவாஞ் சத்தியுள 

வோர்முதலை  யொப்ப லொருதலையே - நாமவுருச் 

சித்திரமும் பார்ப்பானுஞ் சேர்படமு மாரொளியு 

மத்தனையுந் தானா மவன் 

பதம் பிரித்தல் 

1. நாம் உலகம்  காண்டலால்  நானாம் சக்தி உள   

ஓர் முதலை  ஒப்பல்  ஒரு தலையே - நாம உருச்  

சித்திரமும் பார்ப்பானும்  சேர் படமும்  ஆர் ஒளியும்  

அத்தனையும்  தான் அவன் 


सर्वैर्निदानंजगतोऽहमश्च 

वाच्यः प्रभुः कश्चिदपारशक्तिः । 

चित्रेऽत्र लोक्यंच विलोकिता च 

पटः प्रकाशोऽप्यभवत्स एकः ॥ १ ॥ 

sarvair-nidānaṃ jagato'hamaś-ca 

vācyaḥ prabhuḥ kaścid-apāraśaktiḥ । 

citre'tra lokyaṃ ca vilokitā ca 

paṭaḥ prakāśo'pyabhavat-sa ekaḥ ॥



The Three revolving doors (Īśvara, Jagat and Ahaṁkāra) - All Are One 


Īśvara, Jagat and Ahaṁkāra ready to spin

Revolving gates in front of you to win

Analyzing Īśvara can make you a writer

Analyzing Jagat will make a researcher


   Analyzing Ahaṁkāra brings the proximity

Rag picker status is given anonymity

Peculiar poverty amid plenty flourish

We need Śāstrā as Pramanā to nourish 


The boxes are checked in daily studies

The 'I' notion can get multiple buddies

Beware in the process not to become obese

Ātma Vicāra is the key to find the peace


You are the seer, You are the sought

The process is You, all in the thought

Warli tribe painting includes the seer

Light of consciousness lights up the dear


The actors, the canvas, the light- all are one

Śuddha Chaitanya is is the bright sun 

Ahaṁkāra crumbles under the mist 

Without the 'becoming'  Ātma exist 


There is an alienation between the three

The differences to be dropped to be free

Scholars and ṛiṣis enquire in to this

Union of the three understood as bliss


'I' is recognized between the temples

'I' gets edited, punctuated between the ears

Hijacked by the subjectivity vision is clouded

Divisions are created by the curious mind


Maker and Material are one and the same

Īśvara gets the six qualities including fame

'Creator' tenure begins with creation of globe

Tears and fears becomes part of Jiva's robe


Let Maya do whatever she has to do

Let Īśvara color the Universe with a hue

Let us not weil over Maya's veil 

Let us accept and sing a cheerful hail 


Let us go beyond the linguistic grammar 

Let us go beyond the religious clamor

Let the ignorance be removed with a snare

Let us see non dual Brahman everywhere

Swamini Svatmavidyananda Class 4  and 5  Saddharshanam 




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