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The question of the origin of creation, in the deepest sense, is synonymous with curiosity about the anhad, the void. Even today, we continue our search in outer space for the bounds of that creation.
Our ancients wanted to seek the Changeless within themselves, with their eyes shut. Within your heart dwells an eternal unborn. The Earth is the body of this unborn. It traverses the inner realms of the Earth, but the Earth does not know It.
Water is Its body, and It alone floats in water, but water is ignorant of It. Brilliance is Its body, and It spreads in brilliance as its lustre, yet brilliance is unaware of It. This Zephyr that flows in It is oblivious of Its existence.
The firmament too, is Its body, and It alone dominates the firmament from this end to that, but the firmament is uninformed. The mind is Its body and It resides in the mind as the intellect, and the intellect is uninformed.
The ego is Its body and It alone sparkles in the ego and the ego is unapprised. It alone inhabits the consciousness and the consciousness does not sense It. It is the unsaid in the unexpressed, which is Its body, but the unexpressed does not perceive It. In the expressed, which is also indestructible, It alone dwells, and the indestructible is unfamiliar with It. It alone is the pace of death.
Anyone who gets the faintest whiff of this pure, unexpressed begins to feel that all the rest is a mere chimaera. How can anyone put the Anhad into words?
DISCLAIMER: Views expressed above are the author's own.