The idea of a thing where it does not really exist is what the wise call Adhyasa This Adhyasa is Avidya Worshipping the creator whose existence is devoid of reason This in itself is caused by the natural born Avidya Fools worship the nameless and formless with a name Who kill for pleasures in heaven, none has seen In him passions are unquelled He sees his lord separate from the world and himself His beliefs sanctify his weakness of mind, he seeks a place free from Limitations when what limits is his ignorance By seeking the eternal he becomes an eternal sufferer Psychos who selfcreate a playground for their inadequacy Their halo of thorns fools many who become blind after gaining sight It is the strong who can survive the temptation to do the lords work Those monuments we worship in blindness kill us every second Itishvarac ca nryate srashtrtve paramatmani Svamibhrtyadibhedopi nakhandaciti drshyate In the name of your lord, the meek shall inherit the weak In the name of your god, the strong shall become the meek In the name of your almighty, grace becomes divine disgrace For once in the name of your Self! Destroy this delusion!
adhyasa, avidya, name, meek, lord