Bhagavad Gita 13.14

sarvataḥ pāṇi-pādaṁ tat

sarvato ’kṣi-śiro-mukham

sarvataḥ śrutimal loke

sarvam āvṛtya tiṣṭhati

 

Hands and feet in every place,

Eyes and heads on every face;

Hearing all the world around,

Covering all—without a bound.

 

My dear Lord, the more I contemplate life, the more I am forced to acknowledge how remarkable the simple fact of being alive truly is. Danger can befall me from every direction—up and down, left and right, inside and outside—and yet I live on, day after day.

O merciful Lord, I have a finite mind that cannot even fathom all that is required to keep this body alive. And even among the things that I can and should be doing for my physical survival, my fallible mind tends to forget, neglect, or even reject them—especially when it becomes infatuated with something that promises pleasure.

O unfailing Lord, because I do not think of all that is required to keep me alive at each moment, I hardly ever think of you, who are overseeing and sustaining me in every direction with your omniscient and omnipresent benevolence. Rather than giving you credit for the miracle that is every living moment of my life, I remember you only to blame you when any of those moments turns into a debacle.

O Supreme Guru, help me see my very existence as resting within your invisible yet infallible embrace. Let me offer my love to you right now, thus showing you that I wish to enter more deeply and fully into your embrace. Thereafter, when my world eventually crumbles, as it inevitably will, may you reciprocate by lifting me from its debris into your imperishable abode—where life is dangerless, love is boundless, and joy is endless.

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13.14 Everywhere are His hands and legs, His eyes, heads and faces, and He has ears everywhere. In this way the Supersoul exists, pervading everything.