The Ephemeris And The Hourglass (Brahman's Sleep)

 

 

 

 

 

  

The pendant moon glistens in the necklace     

Of gemmed stars that swiftly liquesce            

Like grains of sand purling through an hourglass--

A spiral river of spacetime spilling en masse 

Into a dilating desert abyss.      

The pages of an ephemeris in the wind   

Rifle past as time is measured in seconds

And centuries

Rifled in the last cosmic winds twirl,

Their tables of the heavens and all the worlds

Leafed by those winds and stored in blessedness

Inside a cloud so small and nebulous

The gravid womb of vacant, endless space         

Pregnant with the deep, immeasurable sleep  

Of Brahman lost in a coma       

Deeper than love,  deeper more than bliss,      

Once again, Brahman completely senseless:    

Gravity absorbed into a sunless void,

Time an endless chain of zeroes unleashed

As Space dissolves all constraints  are released

And the external universe destroyed,

Samadhi the only state still enjoyed

Containing one last diamond grain of sand

Slipping finally through the hourglass, this kernel

Of memory retaining that vast cosmic journal

Complete in substance and entire of plan,

The template of cosmogenesis and of man

But now the ground of Being, insentient, retires:

Forms erased, force held in suspension           

Property dissolved of all dimension,

The fourteen planes of existence expire       

As godhead gains the sleep it requires

Here Brahman profoundly consumed in the sleep

Of Mahapralaya, for yugas, kalpas

And mahakalpas of Omegas and Alphas

Dreaming the next cycle, meditating deep

On one more cosmic drama of vast sweep

From out of the nothingness of nothingness