Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
High in the sky, deep below, in every direction I turn — the One is already there, filling all of it.
The One is the very source of joy, and never comes to an end. When this body finally wears out, that endless One goes right on being.
A soaring cosmic verse. Gagan (the sky, the vast expanse) is used again and again: the One pervades the heights, the depths, and all four directions. Anand mool — the root of bliss. And the key line: when ghat (the vessel of the body) breaks, the gagan does not break. What you most truly are is not the fragile pot but the boundless sky it briefly held.
When you look up at the night sky, what does it feel like to know the same vastness is inside you?
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