God is without form, without quality
as well as with form and quality.
watch and see with what endless variety of beautiful forms
he plays the play of his maya with himself alone.
the lila of the all pervading one goes on
and on in this way in infinite diversity.
he is without beginning and without end.
he is the whole and also the part.
the whole and part together make up real perfection.
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