Treasure Island

TD. Kumar


Singular plurality!


Singular plurality! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Submitted: Monday, December 16, 2013
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Singular plurality!

Life, creation and even gods are splintered in plurality
One in Many and Many in One; a plural singularity
Why do we insist on singular causation?
When God as One has choaen to express in multiplicity!

Greeks aborigines and hindus are polytheist
Every particle is Gods reflection a cosmic gist
Every problem has many reasons many more solutions
Art, Science, Humanity and countless situations

Knowledge or Evolution is creating distinctions is subsuming Unity
Complex yet simple, it is paradoxical simplexity!
The grandeur of the cosmic garden is it’s mind boggling
Verity yet bound by the Laws of Nature with basic simplicity!

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