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Beyond the Bend: The Butterfly’s Ascent on Gosai Drive

 

 


Beyond the Bend: The Butterfly’s Ascent on Gosai Drive
Who is the jñani?
Dhanyāṣṭakam- Verses -3-6

Releasing attachment to the nest,
loosening the pull of sensual delight,
holding one quiet longing
to know the truth alone,
the butterfly opens its wings
and enters the sky of Bentleyville

Fear dissolved in the chant of Rudram,
“All this is Me” affirmed in Chamakam.
Through hymns and bhajans
the heart learned trust,
and the butterfly turned northward

Giving up me” and “mine,”
it surrendered into the supreme.
A dense forest of illusions lay ahead,
yet it passed through untouched,
leaving behind wealth, lineage, and world.

Seeking solitude and satsang,
abiding in Brahman,
with spontaneous radiance,
From ignorance to knowledge it flew,
leaving no footprint in the air.

Neither object nor absence,
neither huge nor small,
beyond form and gender,
beyond all measure
the truth shines effulgently.

Incidentally appearing as people and events,
karma stirs its cup of joy and sorrow.
Samsara, with its intermittent reinforcements,
binds the jiva with ropes of becoming.

But through repeated Vedantic listening
the knots fall away.
Beyond duality and triad,
beyond space and time,
the butterfly rises.

All bends undone,
Gosai Drive opening the arms
the butterfly flies
higher
and higher
into what has always been.

Comments

  1. Felt like words, thoughts and feelings coming out me. 🙏
    Practicing the “down loading the mind” meditation has been helping too.

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