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Play Cricket Forever

 Opening batsman enters the field

 Strikes the ball with a high yield

 Knower of Brahman is Brahman itself

 Knocks off the ignorance from the shelf


Batting the balls of rāga and dveśa

Scoring the runs of śama and dama

Get some fours and sixes on the bay

Wide scoring with no ball on the way


Special existence free of time and space

Sentience full of knowingness and grace

Source of joy forever, it is you

You are sat chit ananda, that is true


Know the jagat kāranam without dosha 

Take a five-wicket haul of the pancha kosha

Jagat is the stomping ground for jivās to play

Brahman 'became' many in a nice array


You may ask  'Howzat' loudly to revalue

Cosmology has great entertainment value 

Entry happens just as one enters the house

Transactions happen based on upādhi


Imperishable and perishable coexist  

Witness resolves when nothing to witness

Recognize within the dark, damp cave 

Remove the doubts of mold and mildew 


Manage the deposits of stalagmite and stalactite 

Manage the desires without being stumped

Aham aham is the I sense, very near and dear

See the cause in all effects with lot of cheer


For some, the lifestyle is a one day match 

For others, the lifestyle is a long test match

Catch the inner light and play the game

Watch the game with no shame or fame



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  1. AnonymousMarch 4, 2024 at 6:42 AM

    stalagmite and stalactite - clean bowled - it’s SatChitAnanda - in this what Jagat. Excellent

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