13. Saddharshanam - Aham Aham

13. Saddharshanam - Aham Aham - The basic chant

13. Aham Aham - The basic Chant

Sat means the only source of reality

Chit means the existence of normality

Without Sat, Chit is just a ghost

Without Chit the other is dead at the most

'Aham Aham' is the lub-dub of the heart

'Aham Aham' comes out with a thought

The constant 'Aham Aham' is the basic chant

World takes over from this true enchant

All cognitions are possible only with the 'I'

All are re cognized under the basis of 'I'

Gold is the basis for all the ornaments

'I' plays multiple games in the tournaments

There is no world without the 'I'

There is noting seen without the 'I'

The inner world is given life by the 'I'

The outer world is given life by the 'I'

World gets preloaded with subjectivity

With practice develop the objectivity

Three things are expressed grammatically

It is only one that is existent realistically

You can swallow me for your priorities

I can swallow you with my interests

Third person can be conjured up

'Aham' is the only one that stays up

It is self standing without dependency

It is always there beyond transcendency

It is the screen where the movie is played

It is that by which everything is conveyed

Swamini Svatmavidyanandaji Class 21

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