Though the Infinite One is without colour, He colours the entire universe; Though immortal, He is born, and lives, and dies. That One is all that was, and is, and will be, Yet He is always the same. He is the Supreme, Unchanging, Absolute. He becomes the fire, the sun, The wind, and the moon. He becomes the starry heavens, And the vast waters, giving life to all. He becomes the woman, the man The youth, and the maiden too. He becomes the old fellow Tottering on his staff. He becomes every face Looking in every direction. He becomes the blue butterfly, The green parrot with red eyes. He becomes lightning, the seasons, The endless seas. Without birth or death, Beyond all time and space, He is the One from whom All the worlds are born. ~ Shvetashvatara Upanishad
Posted on: Thu, 11 Jul 2013 18:00:54 +0000