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penetrate the clay, and lend all shapes Their living force; I
glide into the plant- Root, leaf, and bloom- to make the woodlands
green With springing sap. Becoming vital warmth, I glow in glad,
respiring frames, and pass, With outward and with inward breath, to
feed The body by all meats.
For in this world Being is twofold: the
Divided, one; The Undivided, one. All things that live Are "the
Divided." That which sits apart, "The Undivided."
Higher still is He, The Highest, holding all, whose Name is LORD,
The Eternal, Sovereign, First! Who fills all worlds, Sustaining
them. And- dwelling thus beyond Divided Being and Undivided- I Am
called of men and Vedas, Life Supreme, The PURUSHOTTAMA.
Who knows Me thus, With mind unclouded,
knoweth all, dear Prince! And with his whole soul ever worshippeth
Me. Now is the sacred, secret Mystery Declared to thee! Who comprehended
this Hath wisdom! He is quit of works in bliss!
HERE ENDETH CHAPTER XV OF THE
BHAGAVAD-GITA, Entitled "Purushottamapraptiyog," Or
"The Book of Religion by Attaining the Supreme."
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