Rise and Roam- Breaking the Fort

Rise and Roam- Breaking the Fort

Who is truly free?

Dhanyāṣṭakam- Verse -2

Kāma, desire appears, binds within,

Pulls the mind to taste and cling.

Shake the likes, release the dislikes,

Drop the coffee and toffee

Let them go, let them go

Blocked desire turns into anger krodha.

See it blaze from the spark

Let loved ones name the flame.

Soften the brow, loosen the jaw.

Cry to the sky, shout to space,

Let the noise leave, Let the mind clear.

Mohā, delusion, is a stubborn wall.

A wall that hides the real.

Know the goal, walk the talk.

Let the doubts dissolve, Let the fog lift

Let the highway become a freeway

Lobha comes in many robes.

Today is enough, this meal is enough.

Two in hand? Give one away.

Lighten the load,

Lighten the heart.

Mada swells the chest with pride.

All talents belong to Īśvara

Not mine, not mine.

Be still. Be quiet.

If words must come,

Let Vedanta speak.

Mātsarya, the fire of comparison

Īśvarize everything,

Honor their talents,

Rejoice your own abilities,

Say thank you with gratitude

The walls of the fort are cracked.

No enemy left inside.

The butterfly now rises,

Free to roam,

The sky is open.

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