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Atmavidyavilasa Quotes

The supreme swan sports at will in the pure consciousness that is a superb lake which is full of the water of bliss, having abandoned the insubstantial desert that is the world.

The swan in the form of a great ascetic warble with sweet, lovely words in the cool garden of the Upanishads, where all the Vedas have sprouted.

The lordly lion in the form of the enlightened person sports in the vast forest of bliss, after having torn to pieces the elephant in the form of delusion and pride, and driven away the tiger in the form of all evils.

The powerful elephant in the form of the ascetic moves about resplendently, at the top of the peak of enlightenment from which the beast of ignorance has been expelled, with mind and body as cool as water.

The wonderful ascetic sits on the banks of rivers, meditating on the ultimate Reality, with his eyes fixed on the tip of his nose, and his mind withdrawn from names, etc (names and forms which constitute the whole world).

Victory to the sage who has for clothing only the directions, who is ever contemplative, who is adorned by freedom from desire, who is calm, who has only his hands as the vessel for receiving alms, and whose dwelling place is the foot of a tree.

The great ascetic lies down in a deserted place by the side of a river overgrown with creepers, or on a bed of lovely soft sand, ever awake to the Reality that is bliss-consciousness.

The great sage, always meditating on the indescribable One, roams about in the streets eating just a handful of rice received as alms, appearing outwardly like an inert thing.

After having merged the entire universe, surrendering himself to the part-less Reality which remains, he eats just a morsel of food got due to his prarabdha karma.

The yogi does not censure anybody, nor does he praise anyone. His heart is cool like sandal paste. The treasure of bliss sprouts in him.

The yogi remains like an un-flickering flame, having renounced (study of) all the scriptures, given up worldly activities of all kinds, and having attained the state of fullness.

The yogi remains like a log of wood in a steady posture, in an incomparable manner, not seeing any form whatever, and not speaking or hearing any word.

The great ascetic moves about unnoticed, free from any pride about his lineage, seeing the fullness (Brahman) in all creatures everywhere, appearing like an ignorant man though aware of the truth of all the Vedas.

With his shoulder for pillow, the earth for bed, and the sky for covering, he sleeps, overwhelmed by bliss, embracing the damsel of detachment.