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Workout at Vedanta Gym - Dama- Navarathri Day -5




Workout at Vedanta Gym - Dama- Navarathri Day -5 


Vedānta Gym offers a shining six-pack,

Tattvabodha explains it with ease and knack.

Śama, dama, uparati, titikṣā, śraddhā,

Samādhāna — six jewels stacked in dharmā.


Dama is mastery of senses, 

restraining cravings with fences, 

When a desire knocks at the door,

Pause, reflect, start workout at the core.


Science uplifts, unites with discovery,

Yet technology is an addictive maya,

Gadgets and screens that never cease,

Steal away silence, robbing our peace.


How long eyes stare at the computer screen?

How long ears stuck with AirPods?

Silence the phone, silence whatsApp,

Find the stillness, be lost in the Self’s map.


May music soothe, not be an addiction,

May no other pursuit be a distraction,

Choose Self-knowledge above all gain,

Prioritize wisdom, again and again.


Let the day resound with three things:

Brahmavidyā, Brahmavidyā, Brahmavidyā .

Let the mundane things fall away,

May the focus be on Brahman.


Party food cannot grant Self-realization,

Festivals and celebrations cannot resolve confusion,

Colorful sarees, ornaments, gifts exchanged,

None can liberate from the bondage. 


Sit in silence, meditate deep,

Fast the senses, let stillness seep.

For silence speaks the loudest prayer,

The Self revealed, ever shining there.

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