“It was but yesterday I thought of myself as a fragment quivering without rhythm in the sphere of life.
Now I know that I am the sphere, and all life in rhythmic fragments moves within me.”
The stardust was craving to reunite again, but the force of the bang kept it afloat, moving it toward directions unknown and dimensions unexplored. The wandering clouds and whirling winds of the celestial dirt constantly looked for a place to fall and to rest — but found no refuge. Running particles of that soot on the move decided to hold on to each other. One offered its body to the other so that it could rest. And thus, concepts like sacrifice and love were born in the barren cosmos. Two became one. Then joined the third, fourth, fifth, and so on. Gradually, many particles of the stardust began to stop and stick on them. The combination of particles became fat and strong. After some time, they became a full planet. Once together, the dust can become a moon, a planet, a star, or a sun.
“They are the chosen ones who have surrendered once they were particles of light now they are the radiant sun.”
Once you become a celestial entity, you will certainly develop gravity. Once you create gravity, you form an orbit. Once you form an orbit, others will start dancing to the rhythm of your circle. Once movement finds a circle, the grand journey to oneness begins. One star blasts into infinite dust particles, and countless dots of dust again become one star. Those who claim that the Big Bang is the beginning of it all forget to tell the tale prior to the grand blast. If we let loose the zipper of presumptions, the reach of our imagination can take us beyond the wings of voyager-1. No physical attempt can surpass the reach of the eye of the mind.
This story of dusk and dawn is a recurring phenomenon in different forms and multiple frames. This song of being and not being goes on and on. The trumpet of birth blows again and again, only to put it back to sleep in the lap of silence. The twinkle of happening and not happening blinks on and off. One becomes many, and many become one. One seed carries the whole jungle. The whole jungle eventually makes seeds. One grows to breed many, and many live in one. On and on we see anecdotes of proliferation and absorption glittering around us.
‘They say to me in their awakening, “you and the world you live in are but a grain of sand upon the infinite shore of an infinite sea.”
And in my dream I say to them, “l am the infinite sea, and whole worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore.”
The fingerprints prove each individual is unique. Yet, we are billions. Everyone is just one; but at the same time, one is a part of many. There is oneness in everything, and there is multiplication in each oneness. I wonder how it is? What does it mean? Where does it come from, and where does it go? It is a question and an answer at the same time.
Yes, suffering differentiates us all. But don't all of us suffer? Yes, we call it a union. But doesn't it begin with one to become one union?
“Within thousands I found my oneness…
In my oneness I found my world.”
Nusrat Fateh Ali
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