Out of Nothingness

- by: Jagjit Khambe

Out of nothingness You appeared as everything You appeared to me, though to Yourself You were already apparent.

In all things You are manifest.
Though some say that You do not exist,
They fail to realize the You are the sole reason for their existence.
That such little intelligence may give birth to so much pride in an ignorant man,
Nirankar You are truly merciful to forgive such impudence time and time again.

You are beyond time.
You do not move yet You transcend all directions.
Just when you came, and for how long You are here is of no concern.
With You there is no question of when and where,
For You are before the beginning and beyond the end of all that was, is, and will be.

You are the perfect support.
You do not stand, nor do You sit.
Suspended within Yourself You hold all things and drops none,
Nor do You carry for You are but Yourself Your own load.
Standing on Your own shoulder You are higher than all things conceivable
Even infinitesimally small You lack space for expansion.

You are the doer in what id done.
You are the force that acts upon Yourself,
And moves to a new state of which You already are.
You shake the earth through natural phenomena at Your will
And shaking with it You become the result of Your own action.
Yourself the humble drop, You are but the ocean too,
And the water that gives life to the thirsty.

Before traveling You have already reached Your destination.
A companion to Yourself You travel afar so as to meet Yourself, yet do not leave Your home.
Thinking to Yourself, You are Yourself the answer to all Your questions
And yet You ask so that You may indeed know this.
You do not cheat to find the answers in the test that You have Yourself written.
You work hard to succeed in what You have already achieved.

You are the art in the artist.
Whispering silent music you are the greatest composer
And the most absorbed member of the audience.
The emptiness in space is anonymously filled by Your presence.
It is a secret that seems so obvious that the so-called intelligent refuse to believe it.

It hurts me to know that I cannot explain Your glory completely.
Though in reality, I have but only experienced a very minute part of You also.
When I am totally You then I have not the tongue to say so.
I fail to understand why You enjoy putting yourself in such a predicament.
Without you, I am character without personality.
I am everything that comes from Your Nothingness.