Dancing with the Infinite

Ripples in the Ocean of Being

In the vastness of awareness

Where does the knower end?

And the known begin?

Perhaps they never did

Waves rising, falling

Each claiming to be separate

Until that moment of recognition

When ocean smiles at itself

Time—a story told

Space—a dream unfolding

Both appearing in That

Which never moved, never changed

Words point to silence

Silence points to presence

Presence points to itself

Through every form it takes

Who is reading these lines?

Who is understanding them?

Who is aware of this moment?

The same One, playing all parts

No beginning to find

No end to reach

No path to walk

For how can That go anywhere?

Here, now, always

This that we are

Never born, never died

Just consciousness, dancing with itself

- Kunal Nandwani (India)