Avadhuta Gita chapter 5 verse 30
“Here is the Essence, the concentration of all essences, which is said to be different from one's individual consciousness. To be the instrument of the perception of objects is unreal. Why dost thou, who art the identity in all, grieve in thy heart?”
Visualise a single energy field,
self-existent, pulsating outside space-time,
polarised by power God Himself does wield,
breathing myriad forms to feel every chime,
to which end consciousness creates the ego,
hemmed in by mind and senses, loathe to let go,
yet upon surrender it merges with source,
enabled by God’s love that employs no force.
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