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Life is a Yajña

 


Life is a Yajña

I simply sit and close the eyes

I download the mind,

I download all its contents,

I disregard the past memory,

I set aside the worries of future,

I look at my life... 

I witness the life ...


I rise above all selfish demands 

I transcend all trivial concerns

I allow life to become a yajña...

I offer this life, as an oblation

I offer the personal self, 

Me and Mine as an oblation

in the fire of wisdom 


Vak- The organ of speech

I visualize it as Rig Veda

I offer all the words that come out

I offer speech as an oblation ...

I speak the truth when needed to speak

I speak only in sweet tones

I avoid hurting at all cost

Now, the speech is Rig Veda

I offer it as an oblation to Īśvara, the whole

The Family, Community, Society, 

Humanity at large,

All life forms in the creation,

I offer it as an oblation!


Prāṇā -The Vital Force 

Breath, Energy, Vigor

Pervading the entire body

I visualize Prāṇā as Sama Veda

I offer the energy as an oblation to Īśvara, the whole

All actions emanating from body and mind

Aimed at serving others,

Family, Community, Society,

Humanity at large,

All life forms in this creation,

I offer it as an oblation!


Jñāna- The Knowledge 

Understanding, Learning, Wisdom

I visualize the knowledge in the head,

I visualize the understanding in the heart,

Collectively together as Yajur Veda

I offer all the learning to Īśvara, the whole

Aimed at serving others,

Family, Community, Society,

Humanity at large,

All life forms in this creation,

I offer it as an oblation!


Speech is Rig Veda

Prāṇā is Sama Veda

Knowledge is Yajur Veda

Life is a yajña

Entire life is an offering to Īśvara, the whole!

Thus, I am free 

Free from all personal demands and concerns,

That is freedom!

It is ever present, to be embraced!

I embrace this freedom 

I allow the remaining part of the life,

no matter what the remaining duration is

I allow it to be a yajña

A Puruṣa yajña













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