To The Mind (Poetry) by Swami Sivananda THY LIFE-HISTORYO Mind; O Maya’s child!You always want a formTo lean upon;You have two forms-Suddha Manas, pure mind,Asuddha Manas, impure mind.Time, space and causationAre thy categories.You work throughThe law of association;You think, feel and know. You are Atma-Sakti.You are Manomaya Kosha.You are like a mirror;Brahman is reflected on you.You are compared to a tree:Ego is the seed of this tree,Sankalpas are the branches,Buddhi is the first sprout. You have another three formsThe conscious mind,The subconscious mind,And the superconscious mind.You are made up ofThe subtlest form of food.You are a bundle of habits,Samskaras and Vasanas. You are fourfold:Manas does Sankalpa-Vikalpa,Buddhi determines,Chitta executes,Ahankara self-arrogates.Chitta comes under mind,Buddhi comes under Ahankara.It is all Vritti-Bheda. THY BIRTHThy father, Supreme Brahman,Felt loneliness once.He was alone,One without a second.He wanted to multiply;He thought,“May I become many.”There was a vibration or SpandanIn thy mother, Maya,The undifferentiated,The unmanifested;The equilibrium was disturbed.You were born at once.Thy body was made of pure Sattva;You were known by the name ‘Manas’.The Lord ordained you to do four functions;So you became fourfold-Manas, Chitta, Buddhi, Ahankara.You separated yourself from the LordThrough self-arrogating ‘I’.You indulged in sensual objectsIn company with the sensesAnd forgot thy divine origin.You became attached to sons, wife,Property, names, titles and honours;You became quite worldly.You identified yourself with the body,Sons, wife, house and propertyThrough Avidya or ignorance.This is the cause for your downfallAnd all sorts of miseries and sufferings.This is, in short, your life-history.Give up attachmentsAnd identification with the body.Annihilate ignoranceBy attaining Brahma-Jnana;You can become one with BrahmanAnd regain thy divine nature. THY ABODEO wandering Mind!You have three abodes.In the waking state,Your abode is the right eyeAnd the brain;In the dreaming state,You rest in the Hita NadiOf the throat;In the deep sleep stateYou rest in the Puritat NadiIn the heart.According to the Hatha Yogins,Ajna Chakra is thy seat.You can be easily controlledIf one concentrates on the Ajna.Aspirants know nowThy resting places;They will surely attain youAnd drive you out ruthlessly.Vacate these dwelling housesAnd go back to your original home,The “Omkar Bhavan”In the limitless Brahmapuri. THY NATUREYou are compared to quicksilver,Because your rays are scattered.You are compared to a deer,Because you are unsteady.You are compared to a monkey,Because you jump fromOne object to another.You are compared to a bird,Because you fly like a bird.You are compared to a ghost,Because you behave like a devil.You are compared to windBecause you are impetuousLike the wind.You are compared to an engine,Because you workWhen the food-fuel is supplied.You are compared to a child,Because you need caning.You are compared to the reinsIn the Kathopanishad;He who holds the mind-reins tightCan reach the Abode of Bliss.You are compared to a dogThat strolls in the streets.You are compared to a flower,Because a devotee offers you to the Lord;This is the only good compliment for you. THY THICK FRIENDSO Mind! O Enemy of Peace!Thy friends are many.They help youIn a variety of ways.So you are very strong.Ahankara is your best friend;He is very powerful too;He is thy commander general.Lust is your thick chum;He is your right hand;He lives with you always;He is your constant companion;You are attached to him.Anger is your amiable friend;He is your war-minister;He is your left hand;He assists you very much.Raga-Dvesha are yourIntimate acquaintances;They are very dear to you;They render you great service.Greed is your best friend;He follows youLike your shadow;He is your obedient servant.Pride feeds you;Hypocrisy ministers you;Moha counsels you;Jealousy inspires you;Cunningness vivifies you;He is thy propaganda minister.Crookedness energises you;Arrogance fattens you;Deceit rejuvenates you. THY ENEMIESO Mind, why do you tremble?Show your strength now.You cannot stand now.Surrender yourselfOr you will be killed.You shudderWhen you hear the words“Vairagya,” “Tyaga,” “Sannyasa,”“Satsanga,” “Sadhana,” “Yoga.”Vairagya is your dire enemy;It is an axe to cut you.Renunciation is a swordTo cut your throat.Sannyasa is an atom bombTo reduce you to ashes.Meditation will roast you.Samadhi will fry you.Take to your heels, O Mind;Run away at once,Get thee gone.Tarry not; stop thy havoc.You will be crushed now.Your teeth will be extracted.You will be blown out.You will be smashed.Japa and Kirtan alsoHave joined the forces.Pranayama is working hard.Vichara is fiery.Viveka is persevering.There is not the least hope for you.Go back to your original homeAnd rest peacefully. THY TRICKSO Mind! O Wanderer!In this dire Samsara,I have found out thy tricks;You cannot delude me now.You tempt the worldlingsThrough imagination.You produce intoxicationAnd turbulence of the mind.You put on a veil also.There is nothing in the objects;And yet you make the peopleBelieve there is great pleasureIn the sensual objects.You cause forgetfulness in people.You cause perversionsOf the intellect.You tantalise, tempt and enchant.You cause disgust in monotony.You always want variety.You excite the emotions.You play through instincts.You agitate the senses.You destroy discrimination.Attachment, affection,Praise, respect, name and fameAre thy tempting baits.O Mind! I cannot live with you;I cannot tolerate now your company.You are a traitor, diplomat.You are treacherous.You cannot play with me now.Enough, enough of thy tricks.I am a Viveki.I will rest in Brahman.I will ever be blissful. THY SECRETSO Mind! O Slayer of Atman!I know thy secrets now.You have no real existence.You appear like a mirage.You borrow your powerFrom the Brahman, the substratum.You are only Jada,But appear to be intelligent.You lurk like a thief,When thy nature is found out;You are definitely pleased,When you are coaxed;You hiss and raise your hood,When you are directly attacked.You can be easily attackedThrough Pratipaksha-Bhavana method.You keep the SamskarasIn the subconscious;This is your strength,This is your strong fortress.You emerge out of your fortAnd attack the Jiva again and againAnd then hide yourselfIn the subconscious.You play with the Gunas.You have three colours-White, red and black.When you are Sattvic,You are white;When you are Rajasic,You are red;When you are Tamasic,You are black.Vasanas and SankalpasAre your vital forces;You existOn account of them.You are nowhereIf these are destroyed;I will subdue you nowAnd attain Eternal Bliss. THY BLUNDERO Mind! Thy glory is indescribable.Thy essential nature is all-bliss.Thou art born of Sattva.Thou art pure like crystal and snow.Thy powers are ineffable.Thou canst do anything.Thou canst do and undo things.Thou hast spoiled thyselfIn company with Rajas and Tamas,In friendship with the senses and objects.Thou hast forgotten all about thy divine nature.Bad