Of everything he is the inmost Self. He is the truth; he is the Self supreme. You are that, Shvetaketu; you are that. When a person is absorbed in dreamless sleep He is one with the Self, though he knows it not. We say he sleeps, but he sleeps in the Self. As a tethered bird grows tired of flying About in vain to find a place of rest And settles down at last on its own perch, So the mind, tired of wandering about Hither and thither, settles down at last In the Self, dear one, to whom it is bound. All creatures, dear one, have their source in him. He is their home; he is their strength. There
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