Held in a hollow caused by some cow's hoof. This is the reaching of the region which

Beyond the plane of the External lies.

Calmed are the clamours of the urgent flesh, The tumult of the boastful mind is hushed,

Cords of the heart are loosened and set free, Unfastened are the bandages that bind,

Attachment and delusion are no more!

Ay! There sounds sonorous the Sound

Void of vibration. Verily! Thy Voice!

Hearing that Voice, Thy servant, reverently, Stands ever ready to fulfil Thy work.

"I exist. When, at Pralaya time

This wondrous universe is swallowed up; Knowledge, the knower and the known, dissolved; The world no more distinguishable, now, No more conceivable; when sun and moon And all the outspent stars, remain no more - Then is the state of Mah-Nirvna,

When action, act, and actor, are no more, When instrumentality is no more;

Great darkness veils the bosom of the dark - There I am present.

"I am present! At Pralaya time,

When this vast universe is swallowed up, Knowledge, and knower, and the known Merged into one.

The universe no more

Can be distinguished or can be conceived By intellect. The sun and moon and stars are not. Over the bosom of the darkness, darkness moves Intense Devoid of all the threefold bonds, Remains the universe. Gunas are calmed Of all distinctions. Everything deluged

In one homogeneous mass, subtle,

Pure, of atom-form, indivisible -

There I am present.

"Once again, I unfold Myself - that 'I';

Of My 'Shakti' the first great change is Om; The Primal Voice rings through the void; Infinite Space hears that great vibrant sound. The group of Primal Causes shakes off sleep, New life revives atoms interminable;

Cosmic existence heaves and whirls and sways, Dances and gyrates, moves towards the core, From distances immeasurably far.

The animate Wind arouses rings of Waves Over the Ocean of great Elements;

Stirring, falling, surging, that vast range of Waves Rushes with lightning fury. Fragments thrown By force of royal resistance through the path Of space, rush, endless, in the form of spheres Celestial, numberless. Planets and stars

Speed swift; and man' abode, the earth revolves. "At the Beginning, I the Omniscient One, I am! The moving and the un-moving, All this Creation comes into being

By the unfoldment of My power supreme. I play with My own Maya, My Power Divine. The One, I become the many, to behold My own Form.

"At the Beginning, I, the Omniscient One, I am! The moving and the un-moving,

All this Creation comes into being

By the unfoldment of My power supreme. Perforce of My command, the wild storm blows On the face of the earth; clouds clash and roar; The flash of lightning startles and rebounds; Softly and gently the Malaya breeze

Flows in and out like calm, unruffled breath; The moon's rays pour their cooling current forth; The earth's bare body in fair garb is clothed, Of trees and creepers multitudinous;

And the flower abloom lifts her happy face, Washed with drops of dew, towards the sun."