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.
Note: Inspiration to write this poem came from reading Purush Sukta, the ancient Vedic Hymn.
Savita Tyagi
April 2019
