I had heard that Ravana was a great Gyani.
Yet for ages, he has been remembered as a Rakshas.
The question that arises is —
Did a single mistake give him this identity?
When I reflect deeply on this, a profound question emerges within me.
Appearing to be Gyan is one thing,
but living steadily in the state of Gyani is entirely different.
If one mistake led to Ravana’s downfall,
how many mistakes do I commit knowingly —
and what, then, should I be called?
The true state of Gyan is where —
there is no hatred toward anyone,
no one-sided attachment.
No enmity, no bias.
No anxiety about gaining, no fear of losing.
No extreme joy, no extreme sorrow.
But what about me?
At times, I divide people into “mine” and “others.”
At times, I nurture jealousy and resentment.
At times, I am filled with pride and ego.
At times, I differentiate between small and great, rich and poor.
At times, I see my prosperity in another’s downfall.
At times, I am gentle with my own and harsh with others.
And these thoughts do not remain within —
I bring them into action.
So am I truly Gyani?
Or do I merely know the word “Gyan”?
Perhaps in this inner conflict, a prayer arises —
May my Murshid save me
from ego, from division, from the false sense of ownership.
May I be established in that natural state
where Gyan is not merely an idea,
but becomes life itself.