Beyond the world of thought,
In the deep depths of the silent silence;
Is a living, where death has no fear,
For sleep is yet unborn.
In that eternal silence beyond time, thought and thinking,
Was a breathing breath for a yet to be born life;
There was unawareness rooted in the soil of the unconscious,
Where cosmos and chaos, heat and elements existed not.
Perception, senses, mind, ego, intellect unexisted;
Since birth is an outcome of conception -
There was no death yet - as desire was yet unborn.
As nothing was yet to create something.
And conception was due to motion,
Motion needed material, space and time -
There was no motion for conception.
Let alone for its abortion.
Space is the matrix that sustains,
The father of desire, thoughts,
It's mother, material and their bed time !
There was no space, no energy !
As thought in motion, is desire in action;
The matrix of material energy did not exist as time was frozen dead.
The unborn mind was yet to ponder over if,
Existence is simulation or illusion.
Simulation need the mind: mirage is only appearance !
Do we really exist !
If sensation is an illusion, then, what is pain ?
Is that an illusion too.
Thunder thrives with thinking thought,
Lightning strikes and kills,
And what is it that dies !
As hate is not the opposite of love,
Is life the opposite of death ?
Or is life an illusion due to fear;
For love is death unborn, innocent, clear and pure consciousness;
And consciousness is not as we know it !
