Reality In A Nutshell Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

You and I are mere seeds adrift
In the winds of Cosmos with the rest.
Births and deaths mere two milestones
In the paths of evolution.
Everything is in a fluid stage
And in motion and in cycles.
Permanence is an illusion
Except atom to an extent.

The conscious is a waking stage
And the unconscious, a sleeping stage.
The unconscious is unaware
Of the death that occurs to it.
Senses connect you to the world
And bring you pleasure and pain in turn.
The process recorded in the brain
Acts as a stock to act in turn.

What you see or hear are outside.
What you experience are inside.
The universe you see is within you.
No universe when you don't see it.
What all you perceive in the world
Matter only to you within.
What you aren't aware of around
Aren't existing at all to you.

A thing in itself is nothing;
It transcends thingness for a thing.
A thing in itself gets no value.
It is you who render its value.
A person in himself is nil
And you take him as good or bad.
Your perception is bound to change
Leaving regrets as your balance.
04'05'2023