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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Rig Veda: birth,
and pure, and sanctifying.
13 Your rings, O Maruts, rest upon your shoulders, and chains
of gold
are twined upon your bosoms.
Gleaming with drops of rain, like lightning-flashes, after
your wont
ye whirl about your weapons.
14 Wide in the depth of air spread forth your glories, far,
most
adorable, ye bear your titles.
 The Rig Veda |