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The Great Fish- Maha Matsya




The Great Fish- Maha Matsya


Swimming through swiftly, 

the great fish moves quickly 

from this bank to the other

enjoying the splash of water.


Pretends to be Indian on the Eastern bank,

immerses in the deep traditional tank,

enjoys royal pellets and fresh pearls,

attends family gatherings and weddings. 


Ready to swim across the Atlantic, 

to mingle with materialistic gigantic.

Fish is neither Indian nor American! 

It is neither Eastern nor Western!


It travels all over the ocean

It transcends all three states

Neither identifies with sleep, nor with dream.

Understands waking state is also a dream!


Not being affected by the waves of desire,

Not being swayed by the currents of fear,

Illuminates the universal waterbody, 

Silently witnesses cosmic mind flow.


Free of bondage, fish is floating away,

It is the beginning of an endless journey!

I am that fish, nameless and formless!

I am that fish, birthless and deathless!  


I am that fish neither small nor big

I am that fish that grows and grows

I am that fish who knows the truth,

I am immanent and transcendent!




Brihadaranyaka Upanishad  - Verse 4.3.18:

तद्यथा महामत्स्य उभे कूलेऽनुसंचरति पूर्वं चापरं च, एवमेवायं पुरुष एतावुभावन्तावनुसंचरति स्वप्नान्तं च बुद्धान्तं च ॥ १८ ॥

tadyathā mahāmatsya ubhe kūle'nusaṃcarati pūrvaṃ cāparaṃ ca, evamevāyaṃ puruṣa etāvubhāvantāvanusaṃcarati svapnāntaṃ ca buddhāntaṃ ca || 18 |

As a great fish swims alternately to both the banks (of a river), eastern and western, so does this infinite being move to both these states, the dream and waking states.

As in the world a great fish that moves freely, never being swayed by the river-currents, but rather stemming them, swims alternately to both the banks of a river, eastern and western. While swimming between them, fish is not overpowered by the intervening current of water, so does this infinite being move to both the states of dream and waking . The point of this illustration is that the body and organs, which are forms of death, together with their stimulating causes, desire and work, are the attributes of the non-self, and that the self is distinct from them. 

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