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December 1997

By Swami Krishnananda Giri

 Since time immemorial
From Plato to Plotinus
and Aristotle to Einstein,
Man has been trying
About his nature
and My nature
To speculate.

In Satyug he did
much better but not in this
so-called modern age.

In the days of old
Man could feel
My nature whole,
But since
the days of Newton
He began to separate,
My nature
in different
aspects of matter,
And began seeking,
In his experiments and equations,
To estimate.

In the middle ages
And through
revolution industrial,
Man tried to calculate
My nature
by his equations,
Of fields and waves,
And in his experiments
To duplicate.
Fail as he did
again and again,
Faced with contradictions,
My nature to explain,
I sent my children
like Planck and Bohr
With some hints
about the puzzle
Which led to
this speculation
Of the quantum state.

Some thought of Me
as a particle,
Others as a wave.
And to my delight,
they had a good fight
Over my real state.

Then came the stalwarts,
Like Einstein and
Heisenberg
All the old thoughts
about Me
To eliminate.

But in the process
they opened
Another Pandora’s box,
Which brought out
new problems
In real great spate.

Some looked at my nature
Minute and particulate.
Other my nature Cosmic,
And wondered, unable
To articulate.

Some thought of Me
as a Big Bang,
Expanding forever,
others, steady state
Yet others there were
who thought,
I do oscillate.

Then came out
the black holes,
and worm holes
Of Hawking and Penrose,
who think they know,
But cannot capture Me
in their equations,
As through those very holes
Do I escape.

Some think of me
as ‘ unnecessary’
Philosophical baggage,
Not knowing who,
in them, is thinking so.
And feel that
all that is needed
Is a ‘Theory of Everything’
Of ten strings and nineteen
Dimensional space.

Some, like Bohm,
thought they went deeper,
But came up with
more substitutes,
Such as the unfolding
enfolding universe,
Of his Order Implicate.
With computers,
some thought,
They could overcome
The limitations
imposed on them
By their linear
approximations,
Only to discover,
my chaotic state.

Feigenbaum numbers,
and Lorentz’s butterflies,
revealed some of
my beauties.
Through which I tried
to give some hints,
Including the Mandelbrot
set, only to let them
Know, how I
constantly bifurcate.

Then came those,
like Wheeler and dealers
Like Davies, who put the
cart before the horse,
and say that in
chance ordering of matter
Did their own consciousness
Originate.

Through all
this endeavor,
And thanks also
to Godel and Bell,
Some have at
last realized,
That eventually they must
Capitulate.

For, to know
My true nature,
Is to know their
true nature
Which may be done
Only when one
stops everything,
And sits to meditate.

Mind, breath and
prana controlling,
Forgetting past and future,
And by going deep within,
Learn to concentrate.

If the Michio Kakus
of today
Had the real GUT,
to do just this much,
They would discover,
all the ten strings
Right within themselves,
With six of them
curled up, at
Planck energy,
In their own spines,
At its very base.

They will also see
The black holes
and worm holes,
Right within them.
All they have to do is Penetrate.

With patience,
practice and grace,
They will experience,
see and hear
The vibrating
strings within them,
In infinite dimensions
do they Reverberate.
Then will man realize,
That as the ‘ego’ he
himself is a particle
And as the soul a wave,
Through which,
by his own choice,
My consciousness
did manifest
As small or great.

When through
constant meditation,
He will choose this
particle nature of his
To eliminate,
He will realize
his oneness with Me
As the ocean of Bliss
Consummate.