Once, a wise teacher sat beneath a tree with his disciples.
He asked them, “Tell me, where do you live?”
One said, “In this village, Master.”
Another said, “In this hut by the river.”
A third said, “I live in this body.”
The teacher smiled and said, “You all have answered half the truth. Let me tell you the other half.”
He drew a small circle on the sand and said,
“This body you call home is not merely flesh and bone — it is a city with nine gates. Within this sacred city resides the eternal king — the Self. The wise one knows he is not the city, but the witness within.”
The disciples listened intently.
“Two eyes,” said the teacher, “are gates to sight.
Two ears — gates to sound.
Two nostrils — gates to breath.
The mouth — gate to taste and speech.
And below, two more gates — for creation and elimination.
Nine gates in all.
The Self dwells within, ruling silently, untouched by the gates or their comings and goings.”
He paused, letting the image settle into their hearts.
“When you mistake the gates for the king, you suffer.
When you know yourself as the king within the city, you are free — even while living in the body.”
“Nava-dvāre pure dehī naiva kurvan na kārayan;
śarīra-stho’pi kaunteya na karoti na lipyate.”
— Bhagavad Gītā 5.13
Translation:
“The embodied Self, dwelling in the city of nine gates, neither acts nor causes to act. Though abiding in the body, it remains untouched and pure.”
| Symbol | Meaning |
|---|---|
| City of Nine Gates | The human body — with nine openings through which life interacts with the world. |
| The King | The Self (Ātman) — eternal consciousness residing within. |
| The Gates | The senses and organs of action — the pathways of experience. |
| The Citizens | Thoughts, desires, emotions, and bodily functions. |
| The Walls of the City | The physical body — impermanent, ever-changing. |
This parable reminds us that the Self (Ātman) is not the doer, though actions occur through the body.
Just as a king remains untouched by the city’s noise, the Self remains pure while the senses act.
In ignorance, we identify with the gates — “I see,” “I speak,” “I suffer.”
In wisdom, we recognize that the senses perform their functions naturally, while the Self simply witnesses.
When the realization dawns, one lives like a lotus — rooted in the mud, yet unstained by it.
The “City of Nine Gates” is not a rejection of the body, but a revelation of its sanctity.
Our body is not a prison; it is a temple through which the Divine expresses life.
Each gate is sacred — a portal to experience the outer world, yet also to turn inward toward the inner light.
The mistake is not in living through the body, but in forgetting that we are more than it.
The wise one lives in the same body, eats, works, loves, and speaks — but from the awareness that “I am not the body; I am the dweller within.”
In the modern world, we are obsessed with the “city walls” — the body’s appearance, the gates of pleasure, and the noise of its citizens (thoughts and emotions).
We decorate the gates but forget the king.
We polish the outer temple but ignore the flame within.
This parable calls us back to centered awareness — to live in the body, but not as the body.
To act in the world, but not lose oneself in the action.
When the mind returns again and again to the indwelling Self, the body becomes a tool of dharma, not bondage.
This is what Sri Krishna called Jīvanmukti — liberation while living.
“The body is the city; the senses its gates.
The Self is the silent king, ruling without action.”
When we identify with the city, we are bound.
When we recognize the king, we are free.
The wise one continues to live, act, and serve — yet inwardly rests in perfect stillness.
The outer world remains the same; the inner world becomes luminous.
That is the life of the awakened being — in the world but not of it.
Every moment, life flows through the nine gates — sound enters, sight dazzles, touch moves, speech flows.
But behind all this movement lies the unmoving witness — you.
When we return to that awareness, the city becomes sacred, the senses become servants, and the Self shines as the eternal ruler.
Such a person is liberated here and now — a free soul walking in the body of light.
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