Dok gledam naizgled beskonačnu igru daha
Daha: koji tvori moje tijelo, koji vodi moje biće kada kucne pravi čas
Tu beskrajnu igru nevidljive ruke Boga
Držim tako čvrsto da mi tvorac ne može pobjeći.
❤
Divine Hand
poem by Sadhguru
As I see the seemingly
perpetual play of breath
The breath: the maker of my body,
The taker of my being
When the timely moment comes
This ceaseless play
of the unseen hand
of the Divine
Me firmly held the hand
And the maker could not escape.
https://isha.sadhguru.org/uk/en/wisdom/poem/divine-hand
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