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Discharge Summary - from the ward of Ignorance


Patient Name: Jijñāsu
Admission Diagnosis: Samsara (chronic cyclical identification with nāma–rūpa–karma)
Hospital Course: Prolonged, recurrent, self-perpetuating
Final Status: Free — here and now

DISPOSITION:
Discharged to Self.

FOLLOW-UP:
None.

PATIENT INSTRUCTIONS:

Oh dear patient,

Take food as medicine.
Hunger, like an illness,
arrives, lingers, and leaves.

Eat in measure,
not too much, not too little,
not for delight,
not for the tongue’s applause,
but for full nourishment.

Do not trouble yourself
over which antibiotic is prescribed
amoxicillin or azithromycin.

Leave that to the Doctor
who treats you.

And leave to nature
what arrives on your plate,
poha or oatmeal,
receive it,
and take only what is needed.

Oh dear Jijñāsu ,

If there is no sepsis,
no cancer,
no trembling heart in crisis,
you do not seek a hospital bed.

In the same way,
if there is no desire
for lineage, wealth, or fleeting fame,
why admit yourself
into samsara?

Step out of name,
out of form,
out of the web of action.

Sign your own discharge
from this ancient ward of ignorance.

Now and here, 
you are already free.

Signature:
Witnessing Awareness

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  1. AnonymousJune 5, 2026 at 5:21 PM

    Such a creative way to connect Stepping out of Sansara with discharge from a hospital

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  2. Indira AkellaJune 6, 2026 at 5:41 AM

    Superb

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