12. Saddharshanam- The triads of the truth

The triads of the truth

Nothing to choose

Nothing to avoid

Nothing to approach

'As though' knowledge

'As though' Guru teaches

'As though' student learns

'I' is the source

'I' is the resource

'I' is not available in books

Freedom from incompleteness

Freedom from whining

Freedom from crying

Compassion flows from the peak

Mother Sruti embraces our cheek

Game is played like hide and seek

Mother bird feeds the baby bird

Lineage passes chewed up words

Guru feeds in the opened mouths

It is neither a keto nor a paleo

It is a healthy organic flow

Eat, assimilate enjoy the glow

Repeated recalculation is done

Rediscover your identity as one

Understand mithyā as none

The triad is destroyed with knowing

The duality is dismantled with flowing

The truth of oneself is glowing

Gaze is fixed with open eye

The truth of tree, sun and sky

All are one and non dual high

The Iśvara in the right eye, the seer

The Iśvara in the left eye the seen

The consciousness is very dear

The shining and dancing truth

That is myself and full of youth

Self evident in the wisdom booth

This is more than a handful

This is not aśūnya, big and full

This is the glory that is brimful

Swamini Svatmavidyanadaji Class 20

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