The Universe

I expand, evolving into
the Universe,
Changing into IT, the divine.

My mind teeters, tottering in
the vastness, into the miniscule,
unable to comprehend,
constitute itself.

There is no anchor: freewheeling,
flying, the mind tries to grab
the debris of its existence.
A last dab at its being, its frothy
life of vicissitudes and vanity
just flimsy elements of film
that it cannot hold on to.

Brightness incomprehensible, beyond
anything the senses can grasp
has the mind reeling in a vortex.

Yet, something holds its all together.

What is it that gives me the firma
on which to see all these?

To see it in its oneness, in its
completeness, in its entirety.

What am I? to be able to experience
the interaction, the woven play,
the mesh of life and energy that is.

The I is not me, yet me, and all of me.
The I is everything, everyone, every and all.

What is is, what was is no longer
And what will be doesn’t exist.
Everything is now, the point, the dot,
the bindu sanyuktam, the origin.

Are we made anew every moment?
What is a moment in the place of no time,
in the space of a blink of an eye?

Expanding, the universe marks its own time,
its own rhythm. How miniscule our frames
of time and space, of past and future.
The mind, beset with its own parameters
cannot bring to bear the vastness into any confine.

Nor can it adjust to the minuteness of everything in it,
every tiny detail perfect in its place, deliberated to finest particularity
every facet sought out to its own brilliance.
Each fitting flawlessly into a lattice of life.

Beyond alpha and omega, beyond the finest calculation,
the universe expands in dimensions unknown,
writing its story, relaying its message, listening to it itself.