Bhagavad Gita 1.14
tataḥ śvetair hayair yukte
mahati syandane sthitau
mādhavaḥ pāṇḍavaś caiva
divyau śaṅkhau pradadhmatuḥ
“Then Krishna and Arjuna, standing tall,
On their chariot, white steeds and all,
Blew their conches, loud and bright,
A sound that shook the field with might.”
My dear Lord, you are always with me in the chariot of this body, just as you were with Arjuna on the battlefield. Please, O Lord, let this beautiful, beatific vision of the human-divine partnership become the enduring image that resides and presides in my memory. Let this be the centerpiece of the story I tell myself internally, as my life story unfolds externally with its inevitable ups and downs.
The world outside and the mind inside tell me many stories—stories in which sometimes I am a winner, and sometimes I am a loser. These stories are always centered on either what is done to me or what is done by me. But both what is done to me and what is done by me are a part of your magnificent and benevolent plan for my ultimate welfare and indeed for everyone’s ultimate welfare.
Let this remembrance of your merciful integration of my life story into your plan be the guiding and guarding light for all my decisions. Let it be the guiding factor that pushes me forward, even through difficult situations. Let it also be the guarding factor that keeps me away from knee-jerk reactions that take me away from you.
My dear Lord, bless me so that my life journey can always remain a harmonious part of your unfolding, ultimate story.
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01.14 On the other side, both Lord Kṛṣṇa and Arjuna, stationed on a great chariot drawn by white horses, sounded their transcendental conchshells.
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