37. Saddharshanam - Mokśa is not an experience

37. Mokśa is not an experience

Moving from duality to nonduality is not true

Everything is Brahman, even when not in view

Some refuse to drop doing puja

They cling to the action of worship

Some latch on to mantra and meditation

some hold on to teaching as an addiction

The idea is to be without any crutches

Feel good stories with random act of kindness

They get viral and shine as a gem and bless

'Amazing Grace' song may be sung by a blind

When vision is established for the mind

But Mokśa is not an event like that

No 'enlightenment day' in Vedanta

Mokśa is not a special experience

Mokśa is not bound by time

Oneness is 'experienced' in sleep

Oneness is noted in Samadi

Oneness is present in in pralayā

But all these are temporary

The facts are always facts

The math of 10 +10 is always 20

It was 20 even before the child discovered

It is same after the child discovered.

Knowledge is Vastu tantram

It is unchanging and independent

One is never bound

And one is never free

Everything is 'As though'

There was a student doing Guru Seva

He nurtured the cows of as the ashram every day

One day, all ropes went missing in the cowshed

He didn't know how to tame the cows to bed

Guru asked him to pretend tie the cows

To his surprise cows obeyed and slept

He was told to pretend untie them in the morning

They obeyed and jumped to be ready for grazing

Ocean of Samsarā is nothing but a notion

Guru removes this notion with no motion

Just as the tenth man was 'found' by the sage

Ahankara has to be 'released' from the cage

Class 40

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