Brunch buffet at the beach

Brunch buffet at the beach

A variety of foods is offered at the buffet brunch
A bowl of soup, a plate of rice with protein crunch
A portion of vegetables and a cup of herbal tea
Choose little bit of everything from what you see

World is full of choices that one can make
Desires create actions for one’s own sake
Finite nature of pleasure and pain create an ache
That is not relieved even with a chocolate cake

Mahāvakyā reveals the oneness between Jīvā and Īśvarā
Understanding the oneness now and here is the moksha
Equation of Tat Tvam Asi is solved step by step
Done by unpacking each side, step by step

Unpack the identity of the body, height and weight
Unpack the identity of the mind, memories and thoughts
Unpack the creator, sustainer, resolver from Īśvarā
Unpack the infinite body of knowledge from Īśvarā

Take off the cloak of complaints and complexes
Non demanding appreciative awareness remains
Take off the cloak of glories and powers
Unchanging self evident, eternal awareness remains

Awareness with ignorance is Jiva
Awareness without ignorance is Īśvarā
Unchanging awareness is self revealed
Resolving differences, equation is solved

Eating the buffet twice a day
Attending satsang twice a day
Performing yoga twice a day

Jīvā is fed with knowledge through out the day

Like a loving mother who feeds her child, showing the moon
Loving Guru feeding the knowledge is a fortunate boon
Guru who is an embodiment of thousand blazing Suns
Yet she is an ocean of compassion among the complaining ones!

Class 5 Ganapathi Upanishad
Shivananda Ashram Bahamas
Swamini Svatmavidyanadaji

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