Doubts are the bats in the grave
Traditions rose as stalagmite
Rituals calcified as stalactite
Multiple desires grew
In various forms of mildew
Ego was stuck to the walls
In slippery shades of mold
Classes lead one down the valley
Mind and speech follow quietly
Thoughts took a coffee break
Calmness surrounded while awake
Eyes could not see in the dark
Ears could not hear the silence
Skin receptors were turned off
Space is somehow witnessed
Inner light is lit by the śāstra
Adhyāsa bhāṣya of Sankara
Darkness is dispelled
Superimposition is understood
Mold is no longer in display
Calcified ideas melted away
I am not this or that, says the sleuth
Nameless formless nondual truth
Adhyāsa Bhāṣya classes Swami TV Fall 2021

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