At the juncture of the silence, The cosmos reveals its sublime beauty, The truth, the substratum of the Witness, The holy mixture of atoms and their alchemy. Silence reveals the communion of matter and space, Their constant dialectics, Appearance and disappearance of forms, By which the potency of matter is realised and unrealised. Silence lets the voice of nature, To Blossom and reveal its potential meanings. Silence heals the wounds of speech, Its therapeutic effects cement the social bonds, In its profoundest horizons, Individuality submerges into; The holistic union of finite and infinite. Silence is the mirror, Which reflects the cosmic dance, Of light, darkness, and their convergence. In the glory of silence, Words move and produce, The cacophony of prayers and meditations, The liturgical magic of religions, The baffling discourses of academia, Only encircle in a s...
Spectacles and Enchantment of Power, Power of glory; glory of power, O glorious power, Where are your branches? Where are your roots? Where is that dark matter; Burnt and sacrificed for your glory? Burgeoning flashes of glory, Narcissistic fever of power, You, the witness of your thousand defeats, You, the player of little triumphs, You, the hero, You, the villain, Power, the inglorious history of glory, Your glory of which, God is also boundlessly jealous! O little thought, The shadow of clouds, The mother and progeny of glorious power, Where is the resting place; On which you stand and deliver; The narcissistic fever of Sapiens! How poetically you weave; The power of glory, And the glory of power? How imaginatively you create, The glory out of nothingness, And the glory into nothingness?