Peoples Geography — Reclaiming space

Creating people's geographies

Upanishad interlude

Two birds,
inseparable companions,
perch on the same tree.

One eats the fruit,
the other looks on.

The first bird is our individual Self,
feeding on the pleasures and pains of this world.

The other is the universal Self,
Silently witnessing all.
— Manduka Upanishad, 5th Century BC

Whoever sees all beings in the soul
and the soul in all beings
does not shrink away from this.

In whom all beings have become one with the knowing soul
what delusion or sorrow is there for the one who sees unity?

It has filled all.

It is radiant, incorporeal, invulnerable,
without tendons, pure, untouched by evil.

Wise, intelligent, encompassing, self-existent,
it organizes objects throughout eternity.
— Isha Upanishad Verses 6, 7 and 8

2 comments on “Upanishad interlude

  1. homeyra
    11 January, 2007

    Ok PPGG I’ll change religion.

  2. Curtis
    14 January, 2007

    Very beautiful, I have one friend in particular who will enjoy this. Thank you!

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This entry was posted on 11 January, 2007 by in Empire, War and Terror, Hinduism, India, Industrial Relations, International Law, Philosophy, Poetry, Quotes, Religion.

Timely Reminders

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