Finally, all that remains is Silence. Not an emptiness, but a fullness so complete it needs no sound.
What remains is Silence. The remnant of the Universe that was there
once. A Universe that thrived. A
Universe that passed away.
Oh! For Sure, there is the unbounded joy that it happened. That without any rhyme or reason that it
sprang into existence. A big bang that no one expected. And it thrived, and
how. No one noticed, but slowly the ever-expanding
universe, stopped. Sighed. And began to contract. The big crunch that inevitably follows the
big bang.
This impermanence is not a flaw; it is the law of
appearance.
The crunch evoked resistance. Tears. But who or what is to deny Duality the promised
pound.
Universe after all is the just the snake that appeared momentarily. Looked glorious in the twilight of ignorance.
But at the end it had to disappear, for it was never really there.
So all that remains is silence. Complete in itself. Another Universe will arise again.
Inevitably.
Within the One that only watches.
Bg. 2.27
One who has taken his birth is sure to die, and after death one is sure to take birth again. Therefore, in the unavoidable discharge of your duty, you should not lament.
Jai Sri Krishna
Sri Krishna Saranam Mamah
