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In the heart of all
things, of whatever there is in the universe,
dwells the Lord. He alone is the reality. Wherefore,
renouncing
vain appearances, rejoice in him. Covet no man's wealth.
Well may he be content to live a hundred years who acts without
attachment - who works his work with earnestness, but without
desire, not yearning for its fruits - he, and he alone.
Worlds there are without suns, covered up with darkness. To these
after death go the ignorant, slayers of the Self.
The Self is one. Unmoving, it moves swifter than thought.
The
senses do not overtake it, for always it goes before. Remaining
still, it outstrips all that run. Without the Self, there is no
life.
To the ignorant the Self appears to move - yet it moves not.
From
the ignorant it is far distant - yet it is near. It is within
all,
and it is without all.
He who sees all beings in the Self, and the Self in all beings,
hates none.
To the illumined soul, the Self is all. For him who sees
everywhere oneness, how can there be delusion or grief?
The Self is everywhere. Bright is he, bodiless, without scar of
imperfection, without bone, without flesh, pure, untouched by
evil.
The Seer, the Thinker, the One who is above all, the Self-existent -
he it is that has established perfect order among objects and beings
from beginningless time.
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