Tsunami of the Mind

Tsunami of the Mind

Tidal waves started to roar in the ocean

One wave raises in the form of knower

One wave raises in the form of known

One wave raises as means of knowledge

'As though' Brahman appears as many

'As though' water appears wavy

'As though' tsunami hits the shore

'As though' whirlpool of conflicts roar

I surrender to that intelligence

That creates universal experience

I surrender to all names and forms

I surrender by joining both the hands

I surrender to that supreme doer

I surrender to that supreme sustainer

I surrender to that supreme resolver

That all knowing limitless existence

That which is unchanging in all three periods

That which is non negatable in all three periods

That which is the Lord of all groups

That which is the intelligence behind all groups

That which governs five sense organs

That which regulates organs of action

That which is responsible for all thoughts

That which makes one, a knowing being

Guru calms the the tidal waves

Guru calms even tsunami waves

Guru releases the knots of conflicts

Guru releases the samsara matrix

Blue ocean is pleasant and wavy

Space and time make the path curvy

Understand the reality in this movie

Play the role without being choosy

Class 4 Ganapathi Upanishad

Shivananda Ashram Bahamas

Swamini Svatmavidyanadaji

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