One & Nine Poem by PRAVEEN KUMAR English Poems

It is one out of ten,
It is one out of ten,
It is one out of ten
Or less we witness.

It is one out of ten,
Consciousness grasps;
It is one out of ten,
Universe shows to us.

Hidden is nine out of ten,
From me, you and world;
Hidden is nine out of ten
In mystery's deep womb.

One is light, nine is night,
Ten is what all is made of;
Wherever look, within, without,
One and nine perfectly workout.

One is what we see in life,
One is what we think we are;
One is what discoveries are,
But we think we master all!

What takes us,
All of our ten;
But we see just one
As all causes of us.

We are sheer ten,
Limited to see one;
Alas, we trust senses
And believe in one.

All worlds is ten,
What visible is one;
What is known, one,
Unknown is huge nine.

Nine is the depth
Deep down the womb,
Where all is totally dark
To feeble human sight.

Dark matter energy, nine,
What we witness, just one;
Though thoughts appear one,
Processes ‘neath count nine.

Human reason is one,
Cause behind it is nine;
Cause stirs reason to act,
And reason is after-thought.

True love is subtle one,
Background cause is nine;
What happens, just one;
What makes it happen, nine.

Life flow is just one,
Life-force ‘neath, nine;
What is world is one,
Why world is so is nine.

Eyes, nor any sense,
Nor even deep insight
Light the subtle world
In our limited growth.

Man is in growing stage,
Far behind in his age;
One out of ten yet, he is,
To consummate his reach.

It is a far passage
Of nine folds ahead
To reach his far goal
Of ten of all ten.

It is really a dawn
Of a few strings of light
Awakening our sight
To glories near around.

Mid-noon is far ahead,
Nine fold of present line
To bear the human run,
To find the subtle truth.

Knowledge is tragedy here,
We know us as just one,
Know nowhere near ten,
And it is human limit.

Nowhere near truth,
Nowhere near light,
We, creeping worms,
Blindly push to our goal.

What we think, we are not,
What we see really is not;
We are in dark blinkers,
Limited to near views.

We are no masters,
Just tools of a scheme;
We run the course in time
In evolution's huge plan.

World we see is one,
What shape it is nine;
Man will see its why
While open third eye.

What is this huge nine?
Some call it, God in heaven,
Scientists, as dark zone,
Nihilists as accidents.

Nine is none of them,
And true as visible one,
But beneath our vision,
Hidden in cosmic cloud.