19. Saddharshanam- Fate versus Freewill

19. Fate versus Freewill

Flower is Iśvara

Sunrise is Iśvara

Sunset is Iśvara

What IS is Iśvara

The path is shown

The obstacles are blown

Decrease subjectivity

Move towards objectivity

Book is Sarasvati

Money is Lakshmi

Worship everything

Perform, pray and sing

Don't disrupt the flow

Grow to get the glow

Give the best you have

Best will come back to you

Let the frozen Ahankara melt

Let the world be seen heartfelt

Identify the world as 'I'

Mind will fall and abide

Debate between free will and fate

Continues from long before to date

It is same as the good old argument

Chicken or egg which came first

One may say, today's fate

is yesterday's freewill

Another may say freewill

is restricted because of my fate

No argument if you know the truth

No confusion if you know the source

Consciousness has no fate

Consciousness is free of free will

The knowledge that self is free

Makes you free from this debate

Maturity that is gained by thee

Provides with freedom from fate

No such thing called creation

No day is bad for revelation

Everything is auspicious

Self evident 'I' is prosperous

Horoscope is taken as it is

Day is greeted as it is

Be in the present

And that is the present

Swamini Svatmavidyanadaji class 25

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