28- Saddharshanam - Deep dive

28- Deep dive

Once a upon a time, there lived a beautiful woman

She is a smart and kindhearted human

She was fetching water from a deep well

She bent down and dropped her hair jewel

She hired a deep water diver to help her out

He is a swimmer who knows the whereabouts

Knowing the approximate location

He held his breath and jumped in

He didn't waste time looking at the fishes

He didn't chase after the squeaky frogs

He was not distracted with the quality of water

He had single minded focus as a spotter

He tied himself to a rope with his nostrils closed

His senses and mind were calm and composed

His focus was clear and he found the ornament

He brought it back safe and handed it over

Well is the deep seated Antahkarana

Full of fears, desires and emotions

'As though' lost is the ananda Atmā

Diver is the Jivā tied to the Śastra

Guru, the rope gives a great grip

She finds the jewel without a slip

Vivekā and vairagyā are the qualifications

Consistent śravanam is the stable foundation

Ignoring the sweet talks and socialization

Choosing the right lineage, She moves forward

Managing speech, mind, senses and thought

The journey continues with Brahman in focus

Let the Anatmā drop on it's own

Let the mind and intellect be grown

Let the breathing be slow and steady

Let the self evident Atmā be known

Saddharshanam Class 34

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