Bhushundi Spends a Hundred Years inside Each of Countless Cosmic Shells
Uttara Kanda, Doha 81
Doha 81 · Movement 2 of 2
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Bhushundi beholds what has never been seen or heard, realities too vast even to enter the mind. Language reaches its edge before the wonder, unable to carry back what vision has received.
He does not merely glimpse the universes as sparks passing in an instant. Within each brahmanda he remains for one hundred years, living long enough for its immense strangeness to become a world rather than an apparition.
Then he moves onward through another cosmic shell, and another, wandering across a multiplicity with no visible end. Centuries gather upon centuries while Bala Rama's laugh remains the unspoken entrance to them all. The scale overturns ordinary measures of time as completely as the two-finger distance overturned space. What appears a moment in Ayodhya contains ages of travel, and the child waiting in the courtyard remains nearer than every universe Bhushundi crosses.
A hundred years pass in one universe, then another opens, all within the moment of a child's laughter.
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जो नहिं देखा नहिं सुना जो मनहूँ न समाइ। सो सब अद्भुत देखेउँ बरनि कवनि बिधि जाइ।।80(क)।। एक एक ब्रह्मांड महुँ रहउँ बरष सत एक। एहि बिधि देखत फिरउँ मैं अंड कटाह अनेक।।80(ख)।।
What had never been seen, never been heard, what the mind itself cannot contain, all that wondrous sight I beheld. How can it possibly be described? I remained in each brahmanda for a hundred years, and in this way I wandered through countless cosmic shells.