In The Beginning

In the beginning there was That. On time's infinite wings it floated. Some called it atom. Where did it come from? None could fathom. Others called it Brahman, Pregnant with atom. In dark vacuum It stayed, Conscious of Its power, Stable and content But tied to its movement. Darkness was in It, Yet fused It was, with Its own Lustrous Light and enormous Energy. It parted with what was needed For the birth of Universe. That too was filled with all of That. A million eyes, a million ear A million legs weren't enough To measure what It contained. Restless became That vast energy Eager to burst out from dark hole of infinity. Timeless chose to become temporal. Unknown sought to become known. Beyond Space became the spatial. Sun, moon and planets were born. Stars were scattered Like shimmering sprinklers. Its indivisible energy parted in all directions. Chose a place and sphere Of its own aerial attraction. Forms, shapes and colors Came in manifestation. Seasons were made and life evolved. Its amazing power and creativity Was felt by all, in Nature, beast and humans. To its beauty, bliss and luster None was immune and None was denied the rhythm. A little of Its immortal bliss Was lent to all worldly activities. Our human mind became a wonder child of its Beauteous inlay and intricate design. In awe we sought to explore Its marvelous complexity, Or simply bowed in humility.