Treasure Island

Erhard Hans Josef Lang

(January 8,1957 / Günzburg/Danube Germany)

Verses Of The Sacred Vedas Of India On The Act Of Creation (traditional)


The Seer, our father, once offered all these worlds in oblation,
assuming a priestly role,
and sought to gain riches by the power of prayer;
he himself entered later creations, while shrouding in mystery
the first creative moment.

What was the primal matter, what the substance?
How can it be discerned, how was it made?
From where that Designer of all things, who supervising the actions,
fashioned the Earth and shaped the glory of Heavens?

A myriad eyes are his, a myriad faces,
a myriad arms and feet, turning each way!
When he, sole God, creates the Earth and Heavens,
he welds them together with whirring of arms and wings.

What was the timber and what the tree
from which the Heavens and also the Earth were chiseled forth?
Ponder, O wise Men. Question your hearts.
On what did he rely when he formed these worlds?

The haunts where you dwell,
O designer ever true to your laws,
on high, in the depths, and in every region between,
disclose to your friends at the hour of oblation.
Willingly offer your body in sacrifice, thus enhancing its vigor.

He indeed, the Lord, who pervades all regions,
was the first to be born and it is
He who dwells in the womb of the universe.
It is He, again, who is born as a child and
He will be born in the future,
He stands behind all persons and
His face is everywhere.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Edited: Thursday, September 02, 2010

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  • Running Deer (9/18/2006 6:37:00 PM)

    The wheel of samsara spins again. When I cross the veil, I hope to rest with a glass of iced-tea and have a good few things explained to me. We all deserve the ecstasy we are looking for, like a missing dance partner, we must befriend creation and trust the process. In the words of Rumi 'Whoever brought me here - will take me home' Perfect write! Thanks a ton. (Report) Reply

  • Nalini Hebbar (9/6/2006 5:59:00 AM)

    Upanishads on PH...WOW...erhard...thank you very much for doing this...it is indeed a pleasure to read the scripts...it is really something to think about...the origin of life...being scientific i am prone to beleive totally in evolution...but i do feel the presence of a great energy out there in the universe that wields the power to influence the movement of energies in things big and small...and also i feel the smallness of my presence in the universe....thanks again...love...nalini (Report) Reply

  • Udit Kumar Sahoo (9/6/2006 1:18:00 AM)

    majestic.....sublime words.......thanks for making me feel inadequate and all the same spiritual... (Report) Reply

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