Arjuna sat on the ground with his legs crossed.
After hearing out Krishna’s words
his head was swarming with noisy images:
the hand of the father aiming a knife to hit his son,
invaders raping and pillaging villages,
clouds of dust and rivers of blood on the battlefield.
The arguments have dissolved,
the baggage of experience and knowledge has vanished without a trace,
dispelling any hope for rational judgment.
The budding decision was like a long,
vertical bright crack in the dark.
He rose suddenly with no help from his hands
and straightened up slowly and with dignity.
– This is the way of the world, I Am That.
Battle cannot be avoided – he thought as he took a sweeping look across the plain.
Photo by Krishna Book
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