14. Saddharshanam

14. Saddharshanam - Just Be

14. Light and darkness never coexist in a complex

'I' is confused with sense objects in a perplex

Subject is not object even in close up

But transactions are based upon this mix up

Projectivity from Jiva continues day and night

Lack of discrimination create fright and flight

Not 'I' gets projected on I, I get projected on not 'I'

Marriage between Satya and Mitya is performed

Any sign of old age is not wanted

Feeling finite continues to be daunted

Habits continue birth after birth

Ignorance creates a lack of self-worth

Third person and second person are sustained

Only by the content of the first person ordained

If 'I' don't exist, then no existence for 'You' and 'That'

Truth of 'I' is the basis for the truth of 'You' and 'That'

The content of 'I' manifest as Ahankara

Vision of the world is seen through sclera

When the digging is done for the source

Everything is gone in the cognitive course

Self is shining even one is masked

Sitting with self is to be done unasked

Appearance is not a separate identity

The world blossoms with serenity

A line is created by joining points in place

But point is dimensionless location in space

Decolonization of the mind is needed

To understand, Ahankara has to be conceded

Stop cutting the time

Stop calling it by names

Tomorrow never comes

Be there without an urge to 'become'

Past is the present of yesterday

Future is the present of tomorrow

Past and future is unfolded

Only in the canvas of present blindfolded

That present is I

'I' means now

All that is there is now

A series of now

Let go of the distractions

Make time for meditation

Have an appointment with yourself

Stare out the window

Just be

Swamini Svatmavidyanandaji class 22

Comments

A Tale of Two birds

A Tale of two birds Old Īśvara had a farm, And on this farm He had a tree, And on this tree there sat a bird, With a coo coo here, and a coo coo there, Here a coo , there a coo , Everywhere coo coo ! This bird eats the berries, Some are bitter, some are sweet. Fluttering here, fluttering there, Restless in its endless search. Old Īśvara had a farm, And on this farm He had a tree, And on this tree there sat a jīva, With a glub glub here, and a glub glub there , Here a glub, there a glub , Everywhere glub glub ! The jīva whines in sorrow, The jīva whines in fear. Forgetting its true nature, It suffers birth after birth. Old Īśvara had a farm, And on this farm He had a tree, And on this tree the jīva met the Guru, And the jīva turned into a bhakta. She asks, “Give me this, give me that,” She prays in sorrow and distress. She makes her bargains and deals Slowly c...

Life is a Yajña

Life is a Yajña I simply sit and close the eyes I download the mind, I download all its contents, I disregard the past memory, I set aside the worries of future, I look at my life... I witness the life ... I rise above all selfish demands I transcend all trivial concerns I allow life to become a yajña. .. I offer this life, as an oblation I offer the personal self, Me and Mine as an oblation in the fire of wisdom Vak- The organ of speech I visualize it as Rig Veda I offer all the words that come out I offer speech as an oblation ... I speak the truth when needed to speak I speak only in sweet tones I avoid hurting at all cost Now, the speech is Rig Veda I offer it as an oblation to Īśvara, the whole The Family, Community, Society, Humanity at large, All life forms in the creation, I offer it as an oblation! Prāṇā -The Vital Force Breath, Energy, Vigor Pervading the entire body I visualize Prāṇā as Sama Veda I offer the energy as an oblati...

Tiger’s Nest Monastery Hike — An Adventurous Awakening Journey Within

Tiger’s Nest Monastery Hike — An Adventurous Awakening Journey Within Paro Taktsang , famously known as the Tiger’s Nest Monastery , is one of Bhutan’s most sacred and breathtaking places — perched on a cliffside at an altitude of around 3,100 meters (10,200 feet) in Paro, Bhutan. It’s not just a hike; it’s a pilgrimage. We began our hike from the base around 7 AM. Wooden walking sticks rented from locals in hand, Strava app turned on, and spirits eager, we followed our guide, Kinzan, who kindly guided us along. We took a “before hike” photo — smiling, unaware of the lessons waiting ahead. The winding path stretched ahead, shaded by tall trees, strings of prayer flags, with hundreds of steps ascending through the forest. Around us, travelers from all over the world climbing along—each group led by its own local guide. Step by step, one foot before the other, the hike began. With every upward step, doubts crept in — Will I make it? The walking stick ...

Atmānanda- Laharī

Search This Blog