Arjun wanted to see in this life-time the Cosmos as God and his Krishna as the Cosmos. A unique longing and a unique One who fulfilled that longing; and it was a bewildering, dazzling vision which Arjun, though a human, could withstand because it was the Divine Will.
The cosmos had infinite orifices; it was an infinite spectrum of infinite visions. It was adorned by divine ornaments. There were infinite weapons stored in its interiors and it looked as it was ever ready to act.
At the same time, it had a benign aspect. It looked as if it wore divine garlands and a divine robe. It was as if anointed by a heavenly concoction and a divine fragrance emanated from it. It was an amazing vision.
To describe its light, you had to imagine the tremendous light that would manifest if thousands of suns were to manifest in the sky simultaneously. In that eternal Time, Arjun saw the tremendously varied cosmos anchored to the body of the Lord. Arjun stood transfixed in ecstasy. He trembled in amazement.
He bowed his head in reverence and spoke to the lord with folded hands ....
" O Lord, I can see in you all the divine beings as well as all the realms of earthly beings in their distinct groups. I can see the occult embodiment of universal energy in the forms of Brahmadeva, Shankar and all the immortal sages of the antiquity. They are all present in your cosmic body.
O Lord of the Cosmos who has incarnated before my eyes as the Cosmos, I can see you in an infinite form with infinite mouths, your immense abdomen, your infinite faces. I can see that your cosmic form has neither the middle nor the end, and again, it has no beginning either.
I can see your crown, your mace, your wheel. I can see you as a mountain of light, a lightbearer entirely.
You are not visible to the physical eye. You are lit up by the lustre of infinite fire and innumerable suns. You can neither be seen from any perspective nor can your expanse be comprehended even with a direct proof of experience.
You have to be understood as the last among the objects beyond cognition. You are the last resort of this cosmos. You are indestructible. You are eternal. You are the guardian of the occult nature. You are the ancient principle of procreation.
You are without beginning, middle and end. You have infinite vitality. You have many hands. The moon and the sun are your eyes. I can see your face as if it is a fire burning with the fuel of sacrifice. This cosmos is warmed up by your own lustre. The space between heaven and earth and all the quarters of the earth are pervaded by you alone. Perhaps the three realms of living beings saw YOU in this miraculous and terrifying aspect in this moment alongside me and methinks they too are deeply moved and bewildered and agonized.
The cosmos had infinite orifices; it was an infinite spectrum of infinite visions. It was adorned by divine ornaments. There were infinite weapons stored in its interiors and it looked as it was ever ready to act.
At the same time, it had a benign aspect. It looked as if it wore divine garlands and a divine robe. It was as if anointed by a heavenly concoction and a divine fragrance emanated from it. It was an amazing vision.
To describe its light, you had to imagine the tremendous light that would manifest if thousands of suns were to manifest in the sky simultaneously. In that eternal Time, Arjun saw the tremendously varied cosmos anchored to the body of the Lord. Arjun stood transfixed in ecstasy. He trembled in amazement.
He bowed his head in reverence and spoke to the lord with folded hands ....
" O Lord, I can see in you all the divine beings as well as all the realms of earthly beings in their distinct groups. I can see the occult embodiment of universal energy in the forms of Brahmadeva, Shankar and all the immortal sages of the antiquity. They are all present in your cosmic body.
O Lord of the Cosmos who has incarnated before my eyes as the Cosmos, I can see you in an infinite form with infinite mouths, your immense abdomen, your infinite faces. I can see that your cosmic form has neither the middle nor the end, and again, it has no beginning either.
I can see your crown, your mace, your wheel. I can see you as a mountain of light, a lightbearer entirely.
You are not visible to the physical eye. You are lit up by the lustre of infinite fire and innumerable suns. You can neither be seen from any perspective nor can your expanse be comprehended even with a direct proof of experience.
You have to be understood as the last among the objects beyond cognition. You are the last resort of this cosmos. You are indestructible. You are eternal. You are the guardian of the occult nature. You are the ancient principle of procreation.
You are without beginning, middle and end. You have infinite vitality. You have many hands. The moon and the sun are your eyes. I can see your face as if it is a fire burning with the fuel of sacrifice. This cosmos is warmed up by your own lustre. The space between heaven and earth and all the quarters of the earth are pervaded by you alone. Perhaps the three realms of living beings saw YOU in this miraculous and terrifying aspect in this moment alongside me and methinks they too are deeply moved and bewildered and agonized.
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