To the sky-clothed, the hand is a vessel, the
hand is a pot. God within His mind is the
needful furniture of his house, He is rapt in medi-
tation. Begging is to him the cow of boons;
he sleeps beneath the sky. Tuka, like him, wanders
through space; he has his Home in the Incon-
ceivable.
hand is a pot. God within His mind is the
needful furniture of his house, He is rapt in medi-
tation. Begging is to him the cow of boons;
he sleeps beneath the sky. Tuka, like him, wanders
through space; he has his Home in the Incon-
ceivable.