Does The Universe Exist? (As The Seer's Eyes Perceive, Or The Mind Conceives) Poem by Kali Kaivalya

In the vast sweep of space, does the universe thrive?
Is it there, truly there, because we're alive?
Our gaze, like a link, from the object to mind,
Shapes forms in our thoughts, both vivid and blind.

Eyes roam unchained, no language at play,
Yet the mind intervenes, steals vision away.
For to see, with no thought, just presence pure,
Shows a world uncolored, unstirred, and sure.

The Vedas say, "Without us, none exist."
No eyes, no stars, no morning mist.
What we claim as universe, infinite and grand,
Is shaped by sight, by the eyes' command.

Through blink and glimpse, unmeasured, untamed,
The eye is a seeker, unbound, unnamed.
Sweeping beyond where boundaries lie,
Into realms far-flung, a boundless sky.

Unfathomed forms spill from the eye's deep well,
Yet without clear sight, what tales can they tell?
The mind spins a story, celestial, profound,
A cosmic play in mystery bound.

Swiftly the eye moves, with the mind close behind,
Yet vision is bent by what the mind binds.
This sight, so selective, shows what's willed,
And hides the truth where the mind is stilled.

We see small frames, with blinders tight,
As the background fades from our line of sight.
Between focus and blur, our limits lie,
The universe dims when we seek to pry.

Our three-dimensional lens, constrained and bound,
Can't touch the multi-faceted, multi-sound.
Though telescopes stretch to grasp the vast,
Even they, like us, see but the cast.

Inside, the mind clouds what's clear and still.
Outside, space veils the eye at will.
Yet sometimes windows open wide,
And forms and formless worlds collide.

In the boundless canvas of the sky,
There's no freeze-frame, no final sigh.
With no veil between, no secrets kept,
The universe bares itself, raw and adept.

If we see without frames, both near and far,
Both form and void, every falling star,
We touch the wild and uncontained,
A view that none but pure sight has gained.

So let eyes watch, untamed, unbound,
See things as they are, in silence profound.
Then, through wastelands wide and skies above,
The universe unfolds in sight—and love.

~~ Kali Kaivalya ~~