O! Krishna!
Am I the space which contains?
Or the object contained in?
Am I a bundle of matter?
Or the spiritual principle which inhabits?
Am I the log running from the birth?
Or anything prior, running through
The event of life and surviving
To revert back to the original?
An old question asked of death,
Asked of you and many more sages.
Every time every one of you
Did the same ceremony of an answer
Leaving the mystery, fifty fifty both ways.
You may be the cosmos and transcending that
The super and the ultimate.
But I am just this local, this domestic person
In this moment, in this place.
Why do you blush,
Why do you rush hiding
When the finite tries to meet you,
The Infinite, face to face?
If it is a contradiction that can never happen
Then what are you to me?
Just an hypothesis?
A happy dream?
Or an idle thought?
Or just a run of the comics wild?
Srirangam Mohanarangan
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