What is this world ? The permanence of which is but an illusion, is there any peace in this samsara?
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Arjuna, hovered in the air, his skin cells still quivering absorbing the maha prana emanating from the Aseemroopa.
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He was being assaulted by the incremental heat, the vishvaroopa hadn't even fully bloomed.
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Did he have the energy to take what he had summoned upon himself?
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Still as he was, his inside was harrowed by thoughts which ate at his determination.
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The inner being was suffering.
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Nothing in the expanse of his mind came forth to rescue, Instead hurled at him more despair.
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You are not this strong Arjuna, you never were, you should be ruthless in a world full of malice but no, you want to be kind, thinking that you're better then everyone else.
Just another prince born in privilege, whose merit comes from the biased love of his teachers and from a father who is the gods of gods, without them you're nothing, nothing you are, NOTHING....
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Shouted the myriad voices, filling him with inferior emotions.
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Arjuna knew the voices were right, he was nothing special, and he knew that in that moment the voices had given him an answer.
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He must become "Unmani"
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Thoughtless.
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And so he did, a yellow flower fell on him,
He could see the gigantic Vasudeva taking up an entire sky, it was magnificent.
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He had emptied himself out, so the nectar of wisdom can pour in.
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The Divine song had begun.
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