Spirituality Finds Reflection In Science. by Ray Subrata
Then, said the Master,
Be a plasma, not a duster,
All human beings are his writing pads,
For him within they are mad,
You need deliverance,
Of the mystery of mind and matter,
For your case
To come out from mess,
Growing subtle to subtler,
My Master wakens from nucleus -lotus,
Unfolding an atom of eight-orbited petals,
His voice liquid soothing phantom,
Blooms and impresses, “Think you are an atom”.
My dull wit began to roam,
And get barred to the explosion of atomic bomb,
His empathy’s rudder, interrupts, and voices,
I say of conscious Physics, and plasma physic’s traces,
I mean the reflection from satellite,
Your internet of global sites,
I mean the inter link through cell phone,
The sprouting of the glob through grass like tunes,
My fool wishes to be wise,
Stirred with my Master’s surprise,
I wish to know the conscious cause,
If non dual in dual is the boss.
His face smiles with open approval,
God in your shell is the biggest pearl,
Lord Buddha’s Nirvana, with eight paths,
Yogi ‘s eight stage’s evolution search,
Scientist’s eight orbit’s discrimination,
Prove without and within –assimilation,
I wish to know more from my Lord,
My Gurudev, my Master, my God,
But he impressed me to walk through the paths,
To overcome the mystery of death and birth.
poem by Ray Subrata Ray
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