In the Indian religious and philosophical traditions, all knowledge is traced back to the Gods and to the Rishis who saw the vedas. Thus, the advaita guru-paramparā (Lineage of Gurus in Non-dualism) begins with the Daiva-paramparā, followed by the Ṛṣi-paramparā, which includes the vedic seers Vaśiṣṭha, his son Śakti, his son Parāśara, his son Vyāsa, (the famous redactor of the vedas, he is also traditionally identified with Bādarāyaṇa, the composer of the Brahmasūtras), and Vyāsa's son Śuka. After Śuka, we turn to the Mānava-paramparā, which brings us to historical times and personalities.
For Advaita Guru Paramparā (Lineage of Gurus of Advaita), the following well known Sanskrit śloka among Smārtas provides the list of the early teachers of the Advaita Vedānta.,
The above advaita guru paramparā verse salute the prominent gurus of advaita, starting from Nārāyaṇa through Adi Sankara and his disciples, up to the Acharyas of today. The paramparā thus lists:
It’s swirling round my head
Everything that you said
Espoucing mysticism
And transcendentalism
What you gonna do when the truth kills your Guru [x2]
Your Guru
He dresses like a sheik
But lives in Heywardss Heath
Selling you his saffron lies
While sleeping with all your wives
What you gonna do when the truth kills your Guru [x2]
Your Guru
He says your aura’s too faded
That science is just too jaded
He wants a million for a shrine
He says what’s yours is mine… is mine
Collecting big fat checks
From all you spiritual wrecks
Saving wealthy souls
While driving his paisley Rolls
What you gonna do when the truth kills your Guru [x4]
Hey, yo yo Everlast.
What up?
This is big Guru from the Gangstarr, you know what I'm sayin'?
Just checkin' in on ya.
Yo, I heard about your accident, I want
to know if you're still breathin'?
So get at it brother, you know
how to reach me, kid.
Word is bond, man. I miss ya.
(Pedrini)
Oggi no,
non resisto più,
stare qui,
niente cambia, no
e me ne andrò
giorni immobili
Dimmi, Guru
cosa io dirò?
Cosa devo fare?
Dimmi, Guru
forse morirò
fermo ad aspettare?
Dimmi, Guru
se non lo sai tu
Well here she comes through the trees
In her saffron robes and dangling beads
She's a special child, touching the Holy Sea
Where White no longer is pure
And Red, the colour of the cure
In San Francisco she lights a flame
And in Brazilian bars they chant his name
She's a special child who's playing the Godfind game
Where White no longer is pure
And Red, the colour of the cure
They're taking your name away
I don't want your guru
I don't need your paradise
I love you for what you are
Perfection's not mine
No more family, no more friends
No expectations now, no bitter ends
For she's a special child, with a castle she must defend
Where White no longer is pure
And Red, the colour of the cure
They're taking your name away
Well, it's over now, I think I know
We tried to work it out, someone let go
I've got a special place, your bridge to the outside world
Where White no longer is pure
And Red, the colour of the cure