The God of No-Thing

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

You silently move in the thinginess of things

So silently

Lest silence would be disturbed to doubt itself

You live in the virgin smile of the child’s lips

In the coldness of water

In the cold warmth of the centre of the fire

In the compassionate blood of the Christs

In the half closed eye lids of the Buddhas

In the innocent face of the Mahamads

In the noiseless opening of the morning blossoms

In the unheard music of the pulsating heart

In the gray smiles of the dying lips

Things pulsate with your in-ly muted voice

The signature stamped on the lifeless things

Vibrates the centre.

You are the diffusion of all Nots and No-nots

Words melt into silence in an inevitable compulsion

Perhaps with the pleasure losing their past in you

The whole universe waits to enter into you

Just to be a nobody only for a moment.

No more In You life’s stormy conflicts

No victory, no defeat

No more the dark events of life

Changing like the ceaseless clouds across the sky

Your gentle touch awakens the grave

The coffin sings the song of immortality

And can think how to awaken the seed.

But, O God

You are there because you are not

Thank you God because You are not