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Exit from Abhimanyu Syndrome



Exit from Abhimanyu Syndrome


Should I sleep away from the drama of the world,
Or awaken to the stillness in which it appears?

Should I wake up from the dream of the waking state,
where name and form parade as truth?
Or accept them as they are?

Should I stop attempting to rewrite the script of life?
Or engage in the scenes of the play with a playful attitude?

Should I stop projecting a personal movie,
Or recognize that I am the light that makes all images possible?

Should I reject the world as a mere phenomenon?
Or release identification with body and mind?

Should I rest in the wisdom of internal calmness ?

Should I be that mystical Swan 
meandering gracefully in the water 
abiding in self right now?

If not I, Who will see this?
If not now, When will this seeing occur?

Who am I is the question of Viveka
What am I up to is the question of Vairagya

When there is nowhere to go,
and nothing to attain,
I dwell in these questions,
not seeking answers,
for the questions themselves
are exit doorways from 
Abhimanyu Syndrome.

In the stillness of 
Ashtavakra Gita contemplation,
the seeker fades,
and what remains
has always been.



(Reflection from Vedanta retreat on Ashtavakra Gita by Swami Saccidananda Saraswati at Arsha Vidya Center Bay Area.)

Comments

  1. nicely captured of 3 days of talks, each couplet/stanza need to contemplated not just read thru, loaded with astounding meaning

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  2. Excellent expression on Ashtavakra Gita as unfolded by Swamiji

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  3. Excellent summary of the retreat in a very beautiful poetic way.

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  4. Beautifully captured essence of Swamiji’s talks. Definitely Something to reflect upon. 🕉️🙏

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