Brahman

Womb of life born and not yet born, That, which cause of creation was, And what destruction may still cause, What ‘oneness is all there is', tells, Whatso that any which where dwells, What darkling night is and still dawn. A dream devoid of delusion, What appears and disappears, Water in waves and ocean, What is seen, delusion when clears, The sole thing eternal that lives, And good-bye for good to death gives. And science now knowingly nods, The truth when evened out all odds, That what was thought was not in groove, What logic could prove nor disprove— Matter-energy, what a dame! Dance like rivals, still be the same. The truth of truth in matters all, The same life that varied we call, Like in varied frames moon's the same, Varied stars playing the same game; In duals does dwell human faith, In dance of life from death to death! ___________________________________________ Musings | 02.07.2017 |