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higher, deeper, innermost- abides Another Life, not like the life of
sense, Escaping sight, unchanging. This endures When all created
things have passed away; This is that Life named the Unmanifest, The
Infinite! the All! the Uttermost. Thither arriving none return. That
Life Is Mine, and I am there! And, Prince! by faith Which wanders
not, there is a way to come Thither.
I, the PURUSHA, I Who spread The Universe
around me- in Whom dwell All living Things- may so be reached and
seen! Richer than holy fruit on Vedas growing, Greater than
gifts, better than prayer or fast, Such wisdom is! The Yogi, this
way knowing, Comes to the Utmost Perfect Peace at last.
HERE ENDETH CHAPTER VIII OF
THE BHAGAVAD-GITA; Entitled "Aksharaparabrahmayog," Or
"The Book of Religion by Devotion to the One Supreme God." |
