Wednesday, December 22, 2021

Ashtavakra Gita 2: 9-10

 When the world arises in me, 

It is just an illusion: 
Water shimmering in the sun, 
A vein of silver in mother-of-pearl, 
A serpent in a strand of rope. 

From me the world streams out 
And in me it dissolves, 
As a bracelet melts into gold,
A pot crumbles into clay,
A wave subsides into water.



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