एकं ब्रह्म द्वितीय नास्ति नेह ना नास्ति किंचन: ब्रह्म ज्ञान का मूल मंत्र एवं सूक्ष्म बोल आलाप

 Little seeds, we start so small,
Planted in a family's wall.
Taught to speak, to walk, to play,
Growing in a certain way.

School bells ring, and lessons start,
Shaping minds and filling hearts.
Rules and rhymes and right from wrong,
Singing the same familiar song.

Market stalls and shining stores,
Wanting this and wanting more.
Things to buy, a style to chase,
Finding worth in this fast-paced place.

Families, schools, and things we see,
Molding who we're meant to be.
Each a conditioning  hand,
Shaping lives across the land.

Thoughts buzz like bees around a hive,
Creating worries, make-believe to thrive.
"Me, mine, I want," a noisy plea,
But seeds of conflict, we can plainly see.

True seeing dawns when bees grow still,
The mind reflects, against its own will.
It sees the walls it built so high,
The fleeting thoughts that quickly die.

The buzzing fades, a gentle hush,
No memory's grip, no hurried rush.
In quiet space, a knowing blooms,
Beyond the self, escaping dusty room