“Exactly,” said the sage. “For twelve years, you have been holding onto your meditation as if it were butter on a hot palm. You feared losing it. You fought ants—your desires. You sweated—your efforts. You flinched at crows—your distractions. And in that grip, you never noticed: Liberation is not about keeping the butter. It is about letting it melt without resistance.”
While originally composed in Tamil, several translations have made it accessible to a global audience: kaivalya navaneetham in english
Once the butter arises, it floats on top of the curd (the world of relative experience) but is no longer bound by it. The butter does not "become one with" the curd; it itself—that is Kaivalya. “Exactly,” said the sage