special to some
an angel to one
millions of stars
yet only one sun

comets do burn
travel fast and burn bright
but the sun is eternal
and so pure is it's light

Boss is one who gives
any thing but not time

Who am I ?
Can I ever aspire to touch that shining spot,
Suspended in the entirety?

This base form is bound.
Every agent a shackle;
Every constant a fetter.

And 'this' the final frontier beyond which lies the ever unattainable.

I am but a constituent;
A byproduct.
An aberration.

And such shall never surpass the goal of ordinance.
Or seek to know more than that which is due.
For futile is this search
And that which I hope will ensue from it.

Walking down a corridor as dark as blindness,
But for a flickering source of illumination.
In these moments devoid of visual information
Alone with my thoughts.
I think...

Maybe the universe (It) exists intermittently.
Ceasing to be amidst states of being.

Maybe this cantor dust reality
Wears a façade of continuum.

I shall never know.
For such knowledge demands
My presence in Its absence.
Which shall never be
For both in absence and presence
I and It are one.

Here I slip through the web.
strands morphing,
Splitting into alternate narratives,
Knotting into irresolvable chaos.
Back once again in the dark corridor.

Maybe I'll catch a loose strand  
The next time I walk down
A corridor as dark as blindness,
But for a flickering source of illumination.

Seeds of pure Brahma appear
In the dark nothingness.

In their infinitesimal
Yet infinite dimensions
They carry the code for all creation.

Some fade away.
Some persist.
Propelled through will,
An urgency to occupy and diffuse.

Annihilation or coalition are inevitable.

Some acquire magnificent tinges
Worthy of acknowledgement.
Others marred and maimed
Are left to wither in exile.

I meditate on the most promising one.
Feel its inarticulatable essence
As the intangible element
Vanquish the void.

The One now unfolds.
Accreting into thoughts
Before passing through
The sieve of judgement.

These thoughts sublime I crystallize.
Choosing at will to blemish them
With motley emotions
Or monolithic reason.

I,
The creator,
Awestruck by my own creation,
The most magnificent in the domain
Wherein I reign supreme,
Hesitate.

I hesitate to articulate.
Knowing full well that tongue
Will never be able to bear
The simple complexity
And the complex simplicity
Of thought.

God is alive for ever
Because
He was never born

The first word 
             to remember
The last word 
             to forget
The best word
             to deal in between
is "LOVE"

we rub
us sand
particles

and still
we make
a beach