What to say?

Poetry :

A bit perplexing!

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When you're asked:

Where do,

Time, Space and Gravity,

come from?

Or, 

When you're asked:

We're the only humans, 

Living in the whole universe?

(We're -- We are, or We were?) 

What to say,

How to answer?

Doesn't the question presupposes,

Space, Time and Gravity, 

Didn't exist before / prior to, 

Coming into existence! 

At what Time? 

And Where?

And What about Gravity?

Aren't the three interdependent realities?

Could one be without the other two?

I really can't comprehend,

The very question.

May be, 

I'm an old,

Incorrigible, orthodox,

Vehement, irresolute one.

May be,

I'm not.

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For me,

Time is like Zero, 

An absence,

When can't be found, 

And a presence.

In terms of a numeral.

Just as Time exists not apart from,

The Thought of Time, 

Zero too doesn't exist, 

The Thought of Zero. 

The Thought though, 

Exists but momentarily only.

And the moment too,

Is again Thought only. 

Just as Space is a blank,

A vacuum indeed, 

It's the potential as well, 

Where-in the Universe,

Appears, stays for a while,

And disappears again, 

May be

In a split of a second,

Or in an aeon,

That depends on,

What we assume / resume it to be. 

That's indeed Thought only! 

The Thought,

That exists but momentarily only!

We are walking in a circle,

We're There,

Where We're!

All the Time,

Even Timelessly!  

That means :

We were, and / or We are! 

Time and Space is illusion,

The Gravity (pun intended),

Is but the matter! 

But the matter too is held, 

In Time and Space only. 

Gravity as force, 

Is but the expression,

Of the potential inherent. 

The Potential is:

Time, Space, Matter, only. 

Matter is again, the Principle-Potential,

And also as, the Principle-Dynamic.

All and everything, 

Appear and take form, 

In Consciousness (of them).

The Principle That is Consciousness,

Though makes up every possibility,

And is the only Cause and Consequence,

Remains in abeyance,

To the 'consciousness'.

That is the Man, Life, and Love True only. 

For Consciousness knows no other,

The consciousness knows itself, 

In and through myriad forms and kinds.

That is Why, 

I just can't understand,

That's Why, 

I just say!

I just don't know,

What to say!

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