Monday, October 25, 2021

Isha Upanishad

 Worlds there are without suns, covered up with

darkness. To these after death go the ignorant, 
slayers of the Self. 

The Self is one. Unmoving. it moves swifter 
than thought. The senses do not overtake it, for 
always it goes before. Remaining still, it outstrips 
all that run. Without the Self, there is no life. 


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