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The Soul of All


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In truth, it is not for the love of a husband that your husband is dear; but for the love of the soul in the husband that the husband is dear. It is not for the love of a wife that he wife is dear; but for the love of the soul in the wife that a wife is dear. It is not for the love of children the children are dear; but for the love of the soul of the children the children are dear. It is not for the love of riches that riches our dear; but for the love of the soul in riches that riches are dear. It is not for the love of religion that religion is dear; but for the love of the soul in religion that religion is dear. It is not for the love of power that power is dear; but for the love of the soul in power that power is dear. It is not for the love of the heavens that the heavens are dear; but for the love of the soul in the heavens that the heavens are dear. It is not for the love of the gods that the gods are dear; but for the love of the soul in the gods that the gods are dear. It is not for the love of creatures that creatures are dear; but for the love of the soul in creatures that creatures are dear. It is not for the love of all that the all is dear; but for the love of the soul and all that the all is dear. It is the soul, the spirit, the self, that must be seen and be heard and have our thoughts and meditations, O Maitreyi. When the soul is seen and heard, it is thought upon and is known, then all that is becomes known. Religion will abandon the man who thinks that religion is a part from the soul. Power will abandon the man who thinks that power is a part from the soul. The gods will abandon the man who thinks that the gods are apart from the soul. Creatures will abandon the man  thinks that creatures are apart from the soul. And all will abandon the man who thinks that all is apart from the soul. Because religion, power, heavens, beings, gods and all rest on the soul. – from the Brihad-Aranyaka Upanishad.
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