The scriptures, scrolls, vedic spells

All in fine figurative peals
Picture this Universe as if it stands
Like a tree of strange features of all brands.

Open your eyes, see its roots fixed above
And branches, far and wide, spread below,
Whose leaves are heard murmur still
The sacred hymns hallowed as God's will

The world's brain in total is its trunk
The great elements are its boughs
Leaves are only its sense's pranks
And flowers its virtues and vices.

Worldly pleasures and pains
Are its sweet and sour fruits to taste
For Man who would not refrain
From actions needless for selfish gains

This tree that stands eternal
Prevails on all of this world to mourn
Cut asunder this vicious earthly tree
With the axe of knowledge and to mind
That "Thou art that" and be free

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