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May 2019
Senses are the horses,
Objects of desire the roads...
Self rides in the chariot of the body,
With senses being unmanageable horses.

The impure is born again and again,
The pure reach eternity.

Above the senses,
Above the objects of desire,
Above mind intellect,
Above the manifested nature,
Above the unmanifested seed,
lies the GOD.
GOD is the goal; beyond him is nothing...
I got inspired to write this while reading 3rd principal Upanishads.
Here I am trying to encourage you guys to see the bigger picture above and beyond everything.
Try to see the Self and accept the self.
Apporva Arya
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Apporva Arya  21/F/India
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