36 Saddharshanam - Notion of Samsarā

36. Notion of Samsarā

Ahankarā comes in a variety pack

It needs lot of tools to unpack

Atmā does not need liberation

Ahankarā is the one that needs liberation

'Soaham' is an affirmation given for contemplation

It is not a mantra or prayer for devotion

'Soaham' contemplation helps as an antidote

Vedanta is the log that makes one stay afloat

Drop the umbrella, when sun and rain have gone

Graduate from the school of rituals at the dawn

Stories are nice to illustrate habitual orientation

Some notions are strong and stubborn needing ablation

There was a man who thought he is a 'cat'

He was convinced and squeaked at a rat

He walked on all fours

And drank from the bowls

With persistent therapy he walked upright

But still refused to come out on sight

He was afraid that street dogs could attack

He thought they still won't know that he is human

Habitual orientation takes time to be cleared

Contemplation is need for them to be destroyed

Persistent inquiry and abidance is needed

Correct notion has to established

There was a student doing Guru Seva

He nurtured the cows every day

One day, all ropes went missing in the cow shed

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

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