There is a state,
Quite hard to tell,
Beyond what language
Can dispel.
It’s not this world we think
We know,
Where minutes tick
And seasons flow.

Imagine now
A domain so vast,
Where time’s constraints
Have all been cast
Into an open, timeless sea –
An endless stretch
Of just to Be.

And yet this realm
Is not mere naught,
A lifeless void
Of absence sought.
For it’s alive with
Pure Presence bright,
A fullness radiating light.

Within this state freed
From time’s veil,
Our ideas of change
Cannot prevail.
Neither fixed nor ever-shifting,
It encompasses all
Without drifting.

Both boundless as the infinite,
And intimate as the divine wit,
This atemporal,
Uncaused Cause
Pervades all realms
Without pause.

So do not ask,
“Is it moving still?”
For that’s a question
Born of ill –
The ill of thinking
In past and future,
Which this existence
Does not nurture.

It is and isn’t,
All as one,
Like mai-un-mai
In Vedanta’s sun.
The final truth words
Fail to render,
An is-and-is-not
Must we tender.

This essence beyond measure,
Is life’s great everlasting treasure.
Though reason cannot
Here reside,
Our hearts and souls
Can well abide.

Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.