40. Sadarshanam - The real Mokśa

40. The real Mokśa

Mokśa is divided by those who know

And three ideas they throw

One is with the form, firmly fixed

Another is formless, third is mixed

Displacement in this speech is hidden

Freedom while living is simply unridden

Freedom from the body mind complex

That can be experienced in the annex

With aging sense organs slow down

Body is left behind, just as a gown

Some believe in this idea of 'merging'

To enjoy the freedom of converging

Some believe the state of no return

When there is nothing to yearn

Both together is mixed in the poll

Sadeha and Videha is what they call

Bhagavan Ramana states here

Let us pay attention to hear

The one who classifies these

Has to be gone to feel the ease

Freedom from all classifications

Freedom from all divisions

Freedom from the classifier

Freedom from the loka jumper

Entering Brahma loka is a difficult task

Spend lifetime in Yoga and Yajña mask

They then listen to Brahma, teaching in gloom

We listen happily, from home in Zoom

Waker is 'I', Sleeper is 'I', Dreamer is 'I'

But 'I' is not any one of them

'I' is other than these three states

Referred as the fourth, Turiya

Mokśa does not mean death slate

Death without Vedanta will not liberate

Mokśa is freedom now and here

Destroying the subjectivity kills the fear

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