In this investiture of fleshly life A soul that is a spark of God survives . And sometimes it breaks through the sordid screen And kindles a fire that makes us half-divine. Savitri, Book 11, Canto V
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Tuesday, December 2, 2008

The world exists in mind

When I sigh for the vanishing green and when the wind blows without
the orcheatra played by the millions of hands of leaves and branches-I
go on creating the trees in my mind.
But -some may find in them -not trees and leaves -but a reflection of my mind!
This is perhaps-when one falls in love with something-one -unknowingly
becomes that. Then there exists only one-not TWOs or many.

I'm the soil whereon grow the trees!

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