Advaita Poetry

Sunday, December 9, 2012

The smallest particle in the universe is the universe.

The scientist is like a dog chasing its own tail.

Don't ask yourself who you are;
ask yourself what you are.

The universe is an impressionist painting of nothingness,

created by no one, and observed only by itself.

The Never

Live in the now, they say.

But what is now?

This second?

This centisecond?

This millisecond?

This nanosecond?

This picosecond?

This femtosecond?

This attosecond?

This zeptosecond?

This yactoseond?

No, the now can't be pinned down,

because time doesn't exist.

And if time doesn't exist,

how can anyone live in it?

A Dream of Two

The universe is a sensory stream

of what we think is there.

But life is only a conscious dream

for I was never here.

The Transparent Truth

Truth is neither black or white

nor a murky shade of grey.

Colours are but waves of light –

truth cannot be seen this way.