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Falling of Me and Mine - ( (Shumbha, Nishumbha) -Navarathri Day -1



Navarathri -Day -1

Let “me and mine” fall from all — (Shumbha, Nishumbha)
Let fullness, Mother Shakti, blossom for all.
Let arrogance and aimlessness dissolve in all — (Chanda, Munda)
Let oneness shine as truth for all.

Be Brahman, appearing as all,
Know Māyā, concealing as all.
Be the still potential in all,
Be the moving current for all.

Be the formless,
yet all forms.
Be the flowing Shakti in all,
yet the auspicious Śiva too.

Be the existence (Sat) in all,
Be the consciousness (Cit) in all,
Be the love (Ānanda) for all,
The absolute, non-dual truth.

Be the hunger in all,
Be the food for all.
Be the thirst in all,
Be the water for all.

Be the power in all,
Be the wealth for all.
Be the wisdom in all,
Be the breath for all.

Be the beauty in all,
Be the activity for all.
Be the memory in all,
Be the knowledge for all.

Be the contentment in all,
Be the consciousness in all.
Be the compassion for all,
Be the liberation for all.

Be the five senses in all,
Be the five elements for all.
Be the discriminating light in all,
Be the dispassionate strength for all.

Be the outer modesty in all,
Be the inner discipline for all.
Be the peace in all,
Be the silence for all.

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