935. Oh My Mind, Where Is The Hope To Be Free? 170408 Poem by Raman Savithiri

Meat dressed in aromatic spices zest;
Hidden blood and raw flesh of disgust,
May quench appetite; that curry-digest
Makes the body and environs nastiest!

Lady dressed in silken velvet fragrant;
Hidden blood and raw flesh of disgust,
May quench lust, but corporal contact,
Makes soul pinned down to abysmal act!

When one strives to get out of body,
If one indulges in these acts unworthy,
Where is the hope to be free? I pray – Oh my mind,
Do not entangle more in works of body! !
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(Simple meaning: Any meat curry pollutes the mind’s purity. However it is dressed with spices, its odor is always unbearable. After relishing meat, sensitive ones can feel somewhat the dissatisfaction unlike in vegetable food.

Sex too, though seem to be attractive, pollutes the mind’s purity. However we dress it with love, lust shows its repulsive true colours. While practicing meditation or bhajans one can sense the mind does not concentrate that easily after such acts.

That’s why Mahatmas like Mahrishi Ramana tell us to restrain from meat (including eggs) and any sort of acts pertaining to body that lead to karma)
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