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Chapter 6 · Verse 23
🪈 Krishna speaks
Illustration for Chapter 6, Verse 23

तं विद्याद् दुःखसंयोगवियोगं योगसंज्ञितम्। स निश्चयेन योक्तव्यो योगोऽनिर्विण्णचेतसा॥

taṁ vidyād duḥkhasaṁyogaviyogaṁ yogasaṁjñitam | sa niścayena yoktavyo yogo'nirviṇṇacetasā ||

Word by Word 9 words
तम्
tam that, it

that, this state

विद्यात्
vid to know

let one know, one should understand

दुःखसंयोगवियोगम्
duḥkha pain, sorrow sam together yuj to join vi apart, away yuj to join — here, to separate

the un-joining, the cutting-apart, from union with pain

योगसंज्ञितम्
yuj to yoke, to join sam fully jñā to know, to name

named 'yoga', known as yoga

सः
saḥ that, he

that (yoga)

निश्चयेन
niḥ out, fully ci to determine, to resolve

with firm resolve, with determination

योक्तव्यः
yuj to yoke, to join, to practise

is to be practised, must be taken up

योगः
yuj to yoke, to join

yoga

अनिर्विण्णचेतसा
a not nir out vid to feel, here: to despair cetas mind, heart

with an undismayed, undiscouraged heart

now tells what really means: it is the un-joining of yourself from pain — gently snipping the threads that tie you to worry and sorrow until you are free. And this yoga, he says, must be practised with firm determination and a heart that does not give up, even when it feels hard. Don't get discouraged. Keep at it, day after day, with a steady, cheerful resolve.

कथा

One Strand at a Time

An original story

At the edge of a great forest stood a hermitage where young warrior-ascetics trained — boys who would one day be both fighters and seekers. Among them was Druva, the youngest and the most impatient. He wanted to be calm and wise all at once, today, and when his mind kept galloping off during meditation, he would throw up his hands. "It's no use!" he'd cry. "My mind will never settle. I might as well give up."

His teacher, a grey-bearded sage named Aśvala, never scolded him. Instead, one morning he handed Druva a thick rope, as wide as the boy's wrist, and a small blunt knife. "Cut through this," he said.

Druva sawed at it. The rope was made of many twisted strands, and the dull knife barely scratched it. "This is impossible," he panted. "It's far too thick."

"Don't try to cut the whole rope," said Aśvala calmly. "You cannot. Cut one strand. Just one."

So Druva picked out a single fibre and worked at it patiently — and snip, it parted. "There," said the sage. "Now another." Strand by strand, fibre by fibre, the boy kept cutting, and slowly, to his amazement, the great rope grew thinner, looser, until at last it fell apart in two.

"This," said Aśvala, sitting beside him, "is what truly is. You are tied to your sorrows and your restlessness by a thick rope of habit. You will never slice through it in one heroic stroke, no matter how hard you pull. But every quiet morning you sit and steady your mind, you cut one strand. The rope loosens. You will not feel it the first day, or the tenth. But keep going — with a firm heart that refuses to be discouraged — and one day the whole rope of pain simply gives way, and you are free."

He looked kindly at the boy. "The seekers who arrive are not the ones with the sharpest knives, Druva. They are the ones who do not throw the knife down. Decide that you will keep cutting. That decision is half the battle."

Druva looked at the parted rope in his hands. The next morning, when his mind wandered, he did not cry out or give up. He simply, quietly, brought it back — and cut one more strand.

चिन्तनम्

Learning to calm your mind takes practice, a little each day. What is one small thing you could do today, and keep doing, without giving up?