CONCEPTUAL PROLIFERATION

No foot prints in the sky

No path over water

All knowledge; mere illusion

And Truth;  the biggest  lie

The heretic says

Don't get caught in this conceptual proliferation my friend!

WILL YOU EVER KNOW ME ?

Eyes meeting by Brownian chance

A smile! A sneer!

You greet me!

Yet dear friend

Will you ever know me?

My look, my words

The color of my skin

My class; my company

My wealth; my wisdom

All of these, are but mere a camouflage!

If you can see the world with my eyes

Feel it, with my consciousness

Live with me, this ephemeral experience of so called life

Even then, dear friend

Will you ever know me!

Down the street! Eyes meeting in a judging glance

You may smile! You may sneer

But Oh! Blessed friend!

Will you ever know me! 

TRUTH IS A PATHLESS LAND

Empty spaces or dunes of sand

 

The Truth is always a path less land

No creed can capture it

No thought can define it

No belief can cushion it

No mind can fathom it

It’s beyond reach and beyond comprehension

It’s beyond the limits of self perception

It’s too unlimited to be limited

Too undivided to be divided

It has more than one form; and more than one face

It is always relative; yet beyond phase space

Except for constant dependant origination

There is no permanent destination

No empty spaces; nor desert sands

For truth is always a pathless land 

SELF-LESS SCIENCE

A brilliant light through darkness of the unknown

The only tool; the only hope

Thus is the way of science

Creeping and crawling, testing and disproving

Dropping erroneous world views, for novel hypothesis

Thus is the way of science

But starting from that which is known

How can one see, the blinded unknown

For no light can reach its shadow

And no eye can see the sound

How can a rigid theory bend the nebulous reality?

Hence, no science can lead beyond a proof

For, what stars can you see through a tin roof?

To know the unknown, one had to shed

All the knowledge that one has held

So break the roof and see the sky

See the world with a flexible eye

Hence, no theory can you justify; for all proof is but a rational lie

And your pet theory may not be, so close to truth as you do see

For Beyond the fields of known and the valleys of known unknowns

There is the darkest chasm of the unknown unknowns

No light can reach it and no mind can fathom it

No knowledge can pierce it and no hand can grasp it

So do be humble in your quest

Loose you ego and test your guess

Test it till you yield your best

Test it till you falsify; not merely justify

Flexible theories and self less investigation

Shedding urges to rationalizing justification

Science truly is vigorous falsification

Thus is the way of science, disprove it if you can

From stars and skies, to testing and disproving

Truth lurks near vigorous falsification

Thus is the way of science; disprove it if you can