Then, O King! The God, so saying, Stood, to Pritha's Son displayingAll the splendour, wonder, dreadOf His vast Almighty-head. Out of countless eyes beholding, Out of countless mouths commanding, Countless mystic forms enfoldingIn one Form: supremely standingCountless radiant glories wearing, Countless heavenly weapons bearing, Crowned with garlands of star-clusters, Robed in garb of woven lustres, Breathing from His perfect PresenceBreaths of every subtle essenceOf all heavenly odours; sheddingBlinding brilliance; overspreading-Boundless, beautiful- all spacesWith His all-regarding faces; So He showed! If there should riseSuddenly within the skiesSunburst of a thousand sunsFlooding earth with beams undeemed-of, Then might be that Holy One'sMajesty and radiance dreamed of!
Edwin Arnold
Within yourself deliverance must be searched for, because each man makes his own prison
prison man deliverance
Shall any gazer see with mortal eyes, Or any searcher know by mortal mind? Veil after veil will lift -but here must be Veil upon veil behind
mind eyes
Sleep - Death without dying - living, but not life.
sleep life death living dying
Sweetest smile is made saddest tear-drop!
poetry smile poem
Shall any gazer see with mortal eyes, Or any searcher know by mortal mind, Veil after veil will lift--but there must be Veil upon veil behind.
knowledge buddhism ignorance
spiritual hinduism
We are the voices of the wandering wind, Which moan for rest and rest can never find; Lo! As the wind is, so is mortal life, A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife.
life rest
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