The blog will pick a word of the week, to share & explore the selected word. Here’s an expression for the word – anant.
In the hush before thought
Where names fall away
Like leaves surrendering to rivers
Anant awaits
As the endless breathing
Of existence itself.
He is the silence between stars
The ocean teaching waves
How to rise and disappear.
The mountains call him eternal
The sages call him truth
Children know him simply
As beauty and wonder.
Anant says we are not separate
From the sky we fear
Nor from the dust beneath our feet
The universe does not stand outside
It blooms quietly
In our soul.
To seek Anant
Is to see infinity
In ordinary things
A cup of water
A trembling hand
The patience of dawn.
He is not somewhere else
Not hidden in temples alone
Nor imprisoned in sacred books
He moves in the unnoticed rhythm of life
In the stillness before action
In the quiet courage
To love despite impermanence.
What we call self
Is only a temporary wave
Learning the shape of eternity
All grief, all joy, all victories
All are threads in an infinite tapestry
Still weaving itself.
And when the self finally loosens
Its tight fist of becoming
The soul hears it.
That our finite heart
Was made to glimpse
The infinite.
We were never separate
Not from the stars
Not from each other
Not from Anant.
We are infinity
Temporarily learning
How to be human.
