The Cosmos as a Poem (2010)
The Cosmos as a Poem (2010)
The Cosmos as a Poem (2010)
The Cosmos as a Poem (2010)
“Poetry is a subset of a Cosmos, which in itself, is a poem.”
The Cosmos as a Poem (2010)
Degrees: Thought Capsules and Micro Tales (1989)
The Cosmos as a Poem (2010)
Attributed in The Little Book of Romanian Wisdom (2011) edited by Diana Doroftei and Matthew Cross.
Source: Alone (1938), Ch. 3
Context: I paused to listen to the silence. My breath, crystallized as it passed my cheeks, drifted on a breeze gentler than a whisper. The wind vane pointed toward the South Pole. Presently the wind cups ceased their gentle turning as the cold killed the breeze. My frozen breath hung like a cloud overhead. The day was dying, the night being born — but with great peace. Here were the imponderable processes and forces of the cosmos, harmonious and soundless. Harmony, that was it! That was what came out of the silence — a gentle rhythm, the strain of a perfect chord, the music of the spheres, perhaps.
It was enough to catch that rhythm, momentarily to be myself a part of it. In that instant I could feel no doubt of man's oneness with the universe. The conviction came that the rhythm was too orderly, too harmonious, too perfect to be a product of blind chance — that, therefore, there must be purpose in the whole and that man was part of that whole and not an accidental offshoot. It was a feeling that transcended reason; that went to the heart of man's despair and found it groundless. The universe was a cosmos, not a chaos; man was rightfully a part of that cosmos as were the day and night.
Quotations from Gurudev’s teachings, Chinmya Mission Chicago
