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Friday, July 16, 2004


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.

-Ashtavakra Gita 2: 9-10
From "The Heart of Awareness: A Translation of the Ashtavakra Gita," by Thomas Byrom, 1990.

 

 

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