That Mystery

“He endows the sun each day with its effulgence;
He imbues the sacred moon with her coolness;
Within fire he kindles its warring might;
To the incorruptible ether he gives its pervasive power;
To the glorious wind he imparts its forceful energy;
To the reflecting waters he gives sweet savour;
To the earth he gives its obvious dense solidity.
Thus does he ever enclose within the countless crores of entities
their respective qualities, each according to their nature’” Tiruvachakam

That mystery that is ever whole, ever perfect, ever still,
That dancing energy at the heart of being,
That infinite emptiness that contains all things,
That silence that sings the song of truth,
That divine peace where perfect contentment reigns supreme,
That blissful benediction that grants immortal freedom,
That ecstatic love that embraces all that is;

To that formless vastness, that wondrous power, that sweet certainty,
I bow in absolute surrender.

O Lord of Gurus, let me melt like wax in that flame!

Call it the Tao, the Void, God or  Brahman – the foundation and very substance of all that exists is pure, self-aware, intelligent Consciousness. When this concentration of absolute potential rises up in waves, it creates the energy underlying all matter, and thus, it creates the universe. All creation is therefore but froth on the infinite ocean of consciousness.