Cosmos
I realized then that even though I was a tiny speck in an infinite cosmos, a blip on the timeline of eternity, I was not without purpose.― Ultraviolet
Our biological rhythms are the symphony of the cosmos, music embedded deep within us to which we dance, even when we can't name the tune.―
As I look towards myself
And then look toward the sky
I am humbled to realize my limits
As I cannot see the edge however I try.
And then look toward the sky
I am humbled to realize my limits
As I cannot see the edge however I try.
Earth, size of dust in the cosmic ocean
A creation timeless and infinite
And yet man living on a grain of sand
Seems to comprehend the creator as finite.
A man limited by three dimensions
And body made of elements five
Claims to have seen the creator
Though he can't stare at the sun live.
Yet some souls who dived within
realized we are the cosmos in motion
The drop that is condensed within us
Surfaces itself on settling of the commotion.
Every thing is in mathematical order
and every thing has a defined place
The cosmos operates in a rhythm
Logic enough that a creator created the space.
We human smaller than a insect, living on earth as small as invisible dot, look at the cosmos and comprehend and imagine the creator with hand and legs like human and then start owning it and proving it superior than others imagination and the fight over it. We are limited by a brain a product of clay and yet we claim to know the creator whilst we cant stare at the sun for a moment. As Rumi said God spoke in silence rest is poor translation or interpretation.
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