17. Sadharshanam - De-identification

17. De-identification

The song that Jīvā sings is

'I want' 'I want', 'I want'

The steps that Jīvā dance is

Round, round and round

Jīvā looks at the communities

As a land of multiple opportunities

World looks like Kāmadhenu for ever

Consumption continues forever and ever

Jīvā revolves around the body, mind, sense

Complains within the boundaries of the fence

Jñāni shines everywhere with no boundaries

Lives freely with no scars or memories

Body is identified in three ways

Jīvā holds on to them all the days

Sahaja, Karmaja and Branti

Jñāni knocks two of the latter

Involuntary reactions to stimuli

Is common to all until we die

Jīvā and Jñāni may have this

One may mistake and miss

The identification to family heritage

Jīvā gives a lot of weightage

Jñāni ignores them as outdated

Because the doership is negated

Delusion allows the third one to creep

And this one is really skin deep

This is removed only by knowledge

Jñāni understands and acknowledge

Why me? Changes to Why not me?

Body may undergo pain and pleasure

Why should I bother about it any longer?

This is the best way to conquer

Swamini Svatmavidyanandaji Class 24

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