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4. Saddharshanam - It is a magical world

                                            

4. உருவந்தா னாயி னுலகுபர மற்றா 

முருவந்தா னன்றே லுவற்றி -னுருவத்தைக் 

கண்ணுறுதல் யாவனெவன் கண்ணலாற் காட்சியுண்டோ 

கண்ணதுதா னந்தமிலாக் கண் .

பதம் பிரித்தல் 

உருவம் தான் ஆயின் உலகு பரம்  அற்று ஆம்  

உருவம் தான் அன்றேல்  உவற்றின் உருவத்தைக் 

கண்ணுறுதல் யாவன்?  எவன் கண் அலால்  காட்சி உண்டோ? 

கண் அது தான் அந்தம் இலாக் கண் .


सरूपबुिद्धजर्गतीश्वरे च 

सरूपधीरात्मिन यावदस्ति।
अरूप आत्मा यिद कः प्रपश्यते

सादृिष्टरकेाऽनविधिहर्पणूार्॥४॥

sarpa-buddhir-jagatīśvare ca 

sarpa-dhr-tmani yvad-asti

arpa tmyadi kaprapayet
sdṛṣṭir-ek'navadhir-hi prṇā 4

It is a magical world 


Jiva's magic kingdom is created 

Entertaining prototype is inflated

A universal studio is made with actors

Games are played in the amusement park 


'Multiple theme parks with varied emotions

Multiple divisions with different practices

Becoming' something continues forever

'Becoming' a Swami can even be an endeavor


Individuality is misplaced with forms

Bonding is established without norms

Subjectivity with imagination is born

Projections continued without a forewarn


Gross, subtle and causal are threefold

Karmā is the underlying reason that holds

Stories are written even with Īśvara forms

Whimsical customs develop with reforms


As long as I is identified with form

Īśvara can never be without a form

Spiritual growth begins when this is shaken

I, Jagat and Īśvara start to shine when waken


This can be the most thrilling self spinning ride 

Don't worry, don't hurry, just let it all slide 

The reality is understood, nothing is tragical  

The guru unfolds the truth, the world is magical


Swamini Svatmavidyanandaji class  10 



Comments

  1. Following along the theme we have to say this:

    You wave the Magic Wand after each class
    This unrolls the Magic Carpet of class teachings
    Pulls the Jiva from the Haunted Mansion
    Saves the Jiva from the Pirates (Raaga, Dvesha)
    Pushes the Buzzing Lightyear to remain still
    Shines the Magic Mirror to reveal the Self
    Lets the Jiva do a Great Escape
    Transports the Jiva from the Roller Coaster to a Spiritual Ride

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