Feb 02, 2023
Feb 02, 2023
“Then nothingness was not, nor existence then,
Nor air nor depths, nor heavens beyond their ken,
What covered it? Where was it? In whose keeping?
In unfathomed folds, was it cosmic water seeping?
Then there was no life, no birth, no death
Neither night nor day, not wind not breath,
At last, One sighed – a self-sustained Mother,
There was that One then – and none, none other.
Then there was darkness wrapped in darkness’
Was this unlit water, unseen, dry, wetless?
That One which came to be, enclosed in naught,
Arose, who knows how, from the power of what!
But after all, who knows and who can say
Who, how, why, whence began creation’s day?
Gods came after creation; did they not?
So who knows truly, whence it was wrought!
Does the First Mother herself know, now?
Did She create, or was She created somehow;
She, who surveys from heavens, above us all,
She knows – or maybe She knows not at all.
Did She herself create the One God?
And gladly gave Him the Creator’s Rod!
But so refashioned Time and Space
That He was more and She was Less?
Did She turn future into past?
So he came first and She was last?
But surely, She told Him all, all!
Then how could He not know at all?
A portion of a Rig Veda Hymn of Creation, describing the beginnings, as then believed:
(From "The Return of the Aryans", by Dr. Bhagwan S Gidwani)
More by : Kusum Choppra
|the wonder about creation, the question deep within, why, how, when, without answers just pure awe|
|Very enlightening piece. The mystery of the existence or non-existence.|