The Cosmic Dance

Day after day

Night after night

The cosmic dance

Unfolds and plays

How fascinating it is

That every tiny speck here

Owns the universe

And imagines the rest

As floating around it

In time and space

Where every point is the centre

And the centre is everywhere

The whole is the same as its parts

And the parts are themselves whole spheres

Where the past is not set in stone

And the future is not someone’s to own

Both equally known and unknown

Hanging in the balance

Of everything that is there

The past and the future

Written together

Right at this moment

This moment is all that is there

This moment is all that there is

At this centre of this many centred sphere

And I slowly sink into its eternity

But who is this I that is still there?

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About Me

Nehaan in Persian means ‘secret’ or ‘hidden.’ In Japanese, the same word means ‘nirvana.’ In these pages, I will make an attempt to explore, and if possible, partly or fully reveal what lies hidden from our view in our day-to-day lives. The path will be characterised by a certain lack of method which I think is characteristic of human intuition. I write and shall continue to write only when inspired to do so. This also means I might occasionally make forays into varied fields such as science, music, philosophy, language, linguistics and poetry, to name a few. I hope this would not put off new readers and tire the old ones! But who am I to complain–even the lovers of fine wine feel repulsed by the first drop and still, quite strangely, dizzy by the last.

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