Bhaj Govindam
This verse written by Sureshvaracharya beautifully paints the picture of a true carefree Fakir, a true Vairagi, a person who has renounced this world from inside out. He stays in divine masti always. This dohas of kabir explain the state of mind of such a person so beautifully.
Khada hai kabir pehne aapni garibi
seenha thoke jhadta hai aapni fakiri.
Duniya ka bhaa nahin bole sachi boli re
chene ga kya koi us se uski khali jholi re
badi takat hai garibi mai.
Maan lagyo mera yaar fakiri mai
Jo sukh pavega Ram bhajan mai
Jo sukh pavega naam bhajan mai
Woh sukh nahin amiri mai.
Haath mai tumba bagal mai sotah
hai charo disha jagiri mai.
Bhala bura saab ka sunlijae
kar gujraan garibi mai.
prem nagar mai rehni humari
hai phalibadi aaye saburi mai .
aakhir yeh taan khakh milega
kyo feere magruri mai.
Kahe kabir suno bhai sadhu
sahib mileage saburi mai.
Verse 18
सुर मंदिर तरु मूल निवासः,
शय्या भूतल मजिनं वासः।
सर्व परिग्रह भोग त्यागः,
कस्य सुखं न करोति विरागः॥
देव मंदिर या पेड़ के नीचे निवास, पृथ्वी जैसी शय्या, अकेले ही रहने वाले, सभी संग्रहों और सुखों का त्याग करने वाले वैराग्य से किसको आनंद की प्राप्ति नहीं होगी॥
Suramandiratarumulanivasah
Sayya Bhutalamajinam Vasah
Sarvaparigrahabhogatyagah
Kasya Sukham Na Karoti Viragah
The Eighteeth verse said to me - Shruti Says🌷
The one who sleeps on the floor of a mandir or under the tree,
The bare floor is his bed and wears bare minimum to cover the self, and lives alone,
Who has given up on all accumulation or possession and is free from all desires and wants,
Who will not get joy from this vairagi,
or
How can this kind of a Vairagi not be constant bliss.
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There is this constant game going on - we all call it as Maya/dilusion. The one who has decided not to play this game is free. It is very simple, stop playing this game. This game has two main players - Ego and Expectation. This game also offers the fruits which never satiates the players - it is known as Trishna - Desires. The more you eat this fruit the more hungry you get and the more you drink the juice, the more thirsty you become. The game thrives on attachment, and makes the player believe that it is love that he harbours. The innocent players don’t know that attachment not even close to being in love.
This is a never ending game. Like a hamster, one keeps running on the wheel to reach where - no where. But, still one runs and runs, till one can run no more. Yearns and yearns, till one can think no more, enticed by her enchanting dance, this Maya robs one of his very essence, and is left a skeleton of desires. She plays the games, she sets the rules, and the rest just have an imaginary say and control. But, it is just her call after all.
Stop playing the game, and she will lose her grip.
Stop indulging her, and she will have to quit.
Per
Yeh rah nahin aasan,
sunle hey bande.
yeh aag ka dariya hai,
aur doob ke janan hai.
This path of a Fakir is not for the weak of heart.
Jegar chahiye shero jesa. Nikalte tau bohot hai, per Fakir koi ek virla he ban pata hai. Baki sanyasiyo ke chole mai, yogi ke bhesh mai bhogi hi reh jaate hai.
You need a heart like a lion. Many people start on this path, but a Fakir(sorry no english word for this) one in an uncountable number of people can become. The rest just remains as bhogis in the robes of sanyasis and yogis.
For it is Not a journey from outside in, it is the...
