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Śama – Mastery of Mind

True Wealth

What is true wealth?

Is it a fat bank account?

A vast house that holds a pool?

A backyard bursting with fruit trees?

Or A chest of gold and diamonds?

True wealth is a calm, quiet, and free mind.

The mind is a restless machine,

producing sparks of thought,

igniting bonfires of activity,

buzzing like a disturbed honeycomb.

Śama is mastery of the mind:

Douse the fire with meditation.

Meditation is the cool rain

that quenches the blaze.

The mind is a tape recorder:

receiving, labeling, replaying—

with endless commentary.

Meditation silences the playback.

Renounce what disturbs peace.

Renounce the fruit of action.

Be absorbed in the work itself—

without distraction.

No racing thoughts.

No scattered multitasking.

No restless hyperactivity.

Just silence.

A calm mind flows in one thought,

again and again—

sajātīya vṛtti pravāha,

the steady stream of sameness.

This is meditation.

And when even that thought falls away,

awareness alone remains—

the Self shining by itself.

This is nididhyāsana.

Know the difference:

Thinking is not awareness.

Awareness is not thinking.

Thinking belongs to the mind.

Awareness belongs to the Self.

When awareness shines,

thinking fades.

Let the opaque screen of thought disperse.

Let the clouds drift away.

Let the sun of Self reveal itself.

Śama is inner wealth.

Creative intelligence is wealth.

Love, joy, and peace are wealth.

A calm, quiet, free mind is ultimate wealth.

Established in the Self,

I rest with Self.

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