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Safe Landing at Self

 


Safe Landing at Self

Ego rises tall - Mount Everest in pride

Attachment to Body - Lhotse by its side

Clinging to Mind - Nuptse stands near 

while 'Me and Mine echo in the air


Little further is the Kanchenjunga gleams

world keeps climbing its restless dreams 

Fly over the peaks of rāga and dveṣa,

Collecting the seeds of fear and desire.


We keep acquiring what we lack

Keep guarding what we piled in stacks

We call it life of Yoga and kṣema,

Circling endlessly- action and reward


To rise higher, sacrifice the lesser

Drop the mundane Yoga and kṣema

Abandon all motivated actions 

Let pure action be it's own reward


Let the universal life take care of you,

Circle the peaks, descend the view

Meditate within the lotus heart

And land safely at Self


Bhutan, the land of Thunder Dragon calls 

With emerald peaks & sacred falls

Glacial Paro flows gently along,

nourishing the red rice fields strong


At Chunzom, where two rivers meet 

Knower and known dissolve complete

The plane touched down effortlessly 

Safe landing at the self




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  1. Shanti kumar ChilukaOctober 13, 2025 at 8:00 AM

    Spiritual flight over Devine Himalayas, encircling the Meru(s) of egos, encircling cloud of ignorance, the pilot and the passengers steering in Shravanam, Mananam & Nididhyasanam and Landed Safely on the SELF. What a lovely Paro- Bhutan❤️🙏

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