That which is without
finishes and decays.
What is within is eternal.
Always becoming, the kernel
is tiny but blossoms into
spirals of eternity.
The outside is not your task.
It only temporarily houses
your true work. Listen only
within; become filled with
Source. Within can not be
measured. It is so tiny,
occupying the tiniest of
spaces: Infinity.
Reblogged this on indrajitrathore and commented:
Thanks, this is so profound – it is quite amazing that the Gita ( or Lord Krishna in the ‘Song celestial’) hardly ever calls the soul as the soul (Atma), rather persists in calling it the dweller within (Antaryami) as if to empahasize that it is indeed a fragment of God that dwells within us.
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huh… vaugely unsettling. but interesting. must think about it for a while, marinade on it, as the line from one of my fave movies goes. 🙂
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