The Saffron Robe In the marketplace of the eternal Whole Foods, a variety spread is laid out: Māyā and Īśvara, ignorance and knowledge, student and teacher, retreat and reflection all arranged along the aisle of Brahman. From a riot of colors, the rajasic mind pauses at white. “Ātma-jñāna is for the sannyāsī,” it hears... and suddenly, an ancient saffron robe appears, algorithmically placed in the shopping cart. Who is the true sannyāsī? The one who wears the robe? The one who longs for it? The one uneasy without it? A quiet panic stirs .. and then something deeper listens. Abidance in knowledge is for the karma-sannyāsī: the one who paints the inner chambers of the heart in silent saffron, who renounces the fruits of action, who releases the claim of doership. I sit upright, eyes gently closed. I Īśvarize the universe, and clear the hardened plaque of the heart with the steady stent of nididhyāsanam. Now, the flow of life is unimpeded. 'As though' I have life, 'As though...
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