Sri Vasista
-4 O lotus eyed Rama, this sorrow of the world will not cease till one gets to see his Self. This is posible only by shattering the mind with the help of mind and should abandon the feeling 'this is mine'. One lands in a sea of catastrophies. They occur again and again repeatedly like rains from the dark clouds in a rainy season. To illustrate this, I shall narrate to you the dialogue between two friends, Bhasa and Vilasa, who lived on the Sahya maintains.
-10 There was a mountain called Sahya which was very high reaching the sky and very deep reaching the nether worlds. It was full of flowers and innumerable cascades. Its slopes were glistening with golden sheen. It displayed heaps of pearls and 'chandrakanta' marbles which were gleaming. The plateaus on it were filled with lakes. Apsaras were singing while wandering in its beautiful fields and high peaks. The peaks looked romantic with huge black clouds sending out thunders.
-18 . Vidyadharas lived in the Sahya mountain caves. Those caves were covered by lilies around which the bees breezed around making soulful tunes. The hilltops were visited by celestial beings. In the middle lived human beings and in the deep depths lived the nagas. There were many mines on it. Lions and serpents were freely roaming around in the forests. Masses of flowers were flying around wafted by great winds across the mountain. The forests were full with mango trees.
-21 . Sun was hidden by the large number of creepers on the slopes. Sage Atri's her mitage was in the northern part of the mountain. It resembled Brahmaloka. There were two 'tapaswis' who resembled Sukra and Brihaspati in their knowledge.
-26 . Two sons were born to the two sages. They were like twins and grew up together like leaves on a creeper. They were like sesame seed and the oil inside. They became such dear friends with great love for each other. It looked as though one mind has become two. They were happy in each other's company and lived in the hermitage like two bees hovering around a lotus.
-31 . Leaving their boyhood, they entered the stage of youth. They were like sun and moon. In course of time, their fathers left their bodies due to old age like two birds leaving their nest. When their fathers died, the two sons felt like lotuses plucked out of their water-homes. They felt miserable and dejected. They duly performed the funeral rites. After that they were struck still like images in a picture. The only difference is that they had life still in them.
