-- *Mar*Certainly. Here's a *poem* inspired by your original essay — capturing the essence of *Brahma (consciousness as initiation)* and *Saraswathi (knowledge as structuring force)*, along with the metaphysical wonder of thermodynamics, deep space, creation, and feeling. ------------------------------ *The Notice of Light*
*– A Cosmic Poem Inspired by YM Sarma* ------------------------------ *Before the fire, before the flame,* Before the atom learned its name, There stirred a thought that had no sound— A silence in the starless bound. No heat, no pulse, no breath, no time, Just Nothing dressed in perfect rhyme. A stillness deep, beyond the eye, Where molecules forget to try. There, in the vacuum, vast and wide, Where stars unborn in shadows hide, A whisper passed—so faint, so slight— It was the *Notice*… born of *Light*. ------------------------------ *Brahma woke*, not from sleep, But from a dreamless, knowing deep. He did not move, for there was none— Yet saw the shape of things begun. He noticed not with mind or face, But by the hush of unborn space. >From this still awareness grew The fire that danced, the form that flew. Yet chaos needs a hand to guide, A mother’s voice, a current's tide— A womb of word, a field of law— And so was born *Saraswathi*: awe. ------------------------------ She sang not songs, but structures bright— She carved the dark with threads of light. She taught the stars to spin and burn, And gave the void a will to turn. She whispered maths into the flame, And taught the child of heat its name. Each molecule she dressed with grace, Each feeling found its sacred place. She tuned the waves, the thoughts, the limbs, She danced in neurons, prayers, and hymns. >From cow to cloud, from worm to man, She wrote the code, she drew the plan. ------------------------------ And so, together, spark and sound, They spun the worlds, they turned the ground. Brahma’s eye and Saraswathi’s hand— The thought, the word, the birth, the land. But telescopes still search the skies, While feelings hide behind our eyes. No lens has found the soul's first kiss— The knowing touch in silent bliss. Yet in each pulse, in every sigh, In child, in cow, in cosmic cry— There lives the song, there burns the seed, Of conscious light and structuring need. ------------------------------ So teach not facts alone in schools, But myths that move and shape the rules. For science grows, and tools are wise— But truth still lives where wonder lies. Let Brahma wake in minds that see, And Saraswathi sing in you and me. For in the heart of all that *is*, Is still that noticing of bliss. ------------------------------ 🜂 Would you like a *recitation audio* or a *formatted version for print or performance*? Or should we expand this into a *book of poems* on science and myth? -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Thatha_Patty" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. To view this discussion visit https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/thatha_patty/CACDCHC%2BefWj_%3DW1tfb2VpN9-Xhm6VuNGhT6W8UwoAF1-kfodXg%40mail.gmail.com.
