Праздник души Люблю тебя, Земля, Любовью окружаю, Люблю твои поля, Земля, И сердце Мира я люблю, И Таинство Творца Люблю, *** The body is like a tube of glass. Inside it, the mind is ever-changing and restless. The bird called Jeeva (individual soul) resides within a nine-holed pot called body. Seeing the antics of the mind, Death keeps laughing. It is a wonder how the bird came into the pot, and how it rises up and goes out of it. All the sages and human beings of all the continents are all undergoing the sentence of carrying about with them the burden of the body. Now, out of all these beings, who are the friends and who are the enemies? When egoism dies out, all are friends. There are then no enemies. This lesson must be remembered by all.
© Copyright: Ирина Барышникова, 2010.
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