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Frisking with a little brilliance small and tiny silver urns, big and small spoons deceived by clever conductors, reddened copper pots
tense with tamasata (darkness/ignorance), thirsty cups and cupules
pleased with rajasata (excitement)
reared in other's love
and so are more deluded...
whom
the serpant of partiality had smelled almost all such utensils
kicking the side of the gold
bow in the feet of the ewer.
Now the ewer says,
"Oh golden urn! In the eyes of one who is advancing towards the
mother existence,
climbing the stairs of equanimity, gold biscuits and clay are one and this is the tattva (basic truth). Therefore avail the opportunity, don't see through prejudiced eyes, get down from the plane of pride! Bow in his feet
who is developing and is above pride,
and thus cross over the boundless sea of sin!
422: Silent Soil
