MIND IS THE UNSTEADY STATE OF ATMA WHEN ENGAGED IN EXTERNAL CORPOREAL HAPPINESS
Deeply absorbed within that place which is
Ever-existing, in dhyana sit
And sing unto your own Self your own song:
In that essence of bliss remain immersed
Looking at all the tricks of your own Self.
Yourself search for your own Self and then be
Enamored of yourself, taking firm stand
Yourself upon your own legs all the while.
There's no one that exists except your Self,
This samsar's nothing but a magic show;
You are the ocean playing with its waves.
Calming these waves seek your own Self and then
Turn back again to look at your own Self.
Being entrapped within the magic coils
Of nature's meshes you forgetful are.
Now, be acquainted with your real Self.
In thought invariable, the Atma you,
Devoid of every change by nature worked.
Be, then your Self, your own!
Real Bhaktas are those who do not pay heed to anything but God and do not even cast a glance at the enjoyment of sense objects.
Those are not real Bhaktas who pray to God to keep their enjoyments intact; it is such people who argue about the merits of knowledge and devotion.
The steadier one becomes, the more one realizes.
When awakened the bodily cravings die out by one’s immersion in the Bliss of the Self; and when by the continuous, undivided ‘I’ feeling the idea of separateness vanishes, the ego disappears.