30 Saddharshanam -Mathā solving the (Math)life problem

30. Mathā solving the (Math )life problem

Solving an equation with variables

Variables are different signs and numbers

5 + 4 = 100 - 91 is a puzzle for the young mind

Jivā = Iśvarā is equally puzzling for the blind

The variable called Jivā is analyzed in detail

It is the awareness covered with body, mind veil

It is the awareness confused with possessions

It is full of complaints and limitations

The variable called Iśvarā is examined in depth

It is the awareness in full length and breath

It is the awareness full of knowledge and wealth

It is the overlordship, dispassion, fame and power

When the Jivāhood is removed on one side

When the Iśvarāhood removed form the other side

The equation is solved and the Ahankara falls

The real 'I' shines brightly with perfect fullness

Ravanā character depicts the samsarā in conclusion

Ten heads full of confusion, indecision and delusions

He robs away 'Śanti' which is depicted by Sitā

Hanumān is the symbol of devotion and Śraddha

Ravanā is located in the heart as ignorance

Aim at the heart to remove the arrogance

Rama is the Atmā, who is Sat Chit Anandā

Revel in Rama with no Drama

Narasimha opened the manipūra chakrā

Samsarā is uprooted with forceful vairāgya

Sun can chase, but can never meet the night

Once you know that, you are absolutely right

The cycle of actions, results and actions

Body after body is born for transactions

Jivā falls into the lap of Śruti's grace

She releases the Jivā with Her embrace

Class 35

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