Punya
My dear brother, who is (your) mother? Who is father? Who is friend? Who are relatives? All these are shaken out of one's mind like dust particles blown up by air.
Relatives, friends, children, friendship, jealousy, delusion, attachment - all these are signature - like of the Self. This world grows and expands out of these symbols.
A relative is because of the feeling of relationship. Enemy is because of feeling of enmity. Poison and nectar are mere states and dispositions of mind.
For the One, all-pervading, immanent Self where are the apprehensions like friend and enemy?
O my brother, this body is a mere collection of skeleton, bones, blood and flesh. You reflect on 'who am I' in your mind.
When you perceive from the point of veiw of Truth, neither you nor I exist. To think as Pavana and Punya in an error, a misconception.
Who is your father? Who is your mother? Who is friend? Who is enemy? All are the sportive delight of the Consciousness - ether. There is nothing called I and not I for Brahman.
You were there and others too since and during millions of briths. Why are you not grieving for all of them?
-22 You were born in the wombs of wild animals in flower-filled forests. You had many relatives then. Why are you not weeping for them? You were born as a swan in a lotus-filled lake. You had many swans as friends. Why are you not weeping for them? You were a tree in a forest and you had many tree friends. Why are you not weeping for them? You were a lion on the peaks of high mountains and you had many lions as friends. Why are you not weeping for them? You were a fish in many rivers. You had many fish friends. Why are you not weeping for them? You were a monkey in the Kapila garden in Dasarna country. You were a prince in Tushara country. You were a crow in Punya country, an elephant in Haihaya region, a donkey in Trigarta region, a dog in Salwa kingdom, an aswatha tree on Vindhya Hill, a mosquito on a banyan tree, a hen on Mandara mountain. And now you are born as a brahmin on this hill 'Meru'. You were a brahmin in Kosala country, a tittitri bird in Vanga, a horse in Tushara region, a crane on the Mandara hill. You were an ant for six months in a leaf nest on Himalayas. You were a scorpion in cowdung for nearly one and half years. You were also living inside the breast of a tribal girl. You were born in many wombs in this Jambu Island. Now you are born as my brother.
Thus I am seeing many of our briths in the bygone times. Based upon our vasanas. I am seeing many of my own births which I spent in ignorance. I am able to see them with divine vision. I was a frog on the banks of 'suka' river in Trigarta and a bird in forests. I was a lowly tribal on Vindhya hill. I was a tree in Vanga, a camel in the Vindhyas. I was a chataka bird on Himalaya, a king in Poundra country, a tiger on seven hills. For ten years I was an eagle, and for six months I was a crocodile and was a lion for hundred years. In the Andhra country I was a chakora bird. I was a son of Acharya of Srisaila.
-33 . As such we had millions of parents and relatives. For whom shall we weep? This is the way of the world. Thus we will have uncountable parents like leaves of a tree.
-35 . So, my brother, where is the measure and limit for these sorrows and joys? (The best way) is to forget everything and attain purity. Leave out the feeling of 'Samsara' in your mind, which lives as ego, and follow the secure path followed by the knowers of Self.
This world gallops on, rising and falling, sometimes at high speed and sometimes slowly. Wise people do not worry about it.
Think of that eternal that is free from death and aging, like and dislikes, with a peaceful mind. Do not become a thoughtless, stupid person.
You are in truth Self. You have no parents, no sorrow, no birth. You are never anything else.
Ignorant people get along this journey through this world in a guileless mood and manner.
But those who are aware of Truth go about in this world performing the works that come to them, with a settled and healthy mind, like witnesses to the phenomenal happenings.
They abide in the world like a lamp at night. They never claim any ownership for the works they perform. Like lamps they work in this world.
They do not acquire the images and impressions of the works even though they perform the work. They are like a mirror which does not acquire the charcteristics of the images it reflects.
My dear brother, leave aside all impurities of desires. Live in your heart - lotus like a sage of sages. Give up all falsity and perplexity and be happy always.
