Unmanifest

It remains Unmanifest,
in meditative silence.
The One, undivided,
becomes a couple in love.

The juices of love that flow
bring forth the Third —
a tiny golden egg in the womb,
from which life springs forth.

The tiny little being
knows nothing but sensations.
Then come words,
language, speech —
and with them,
the drama of the world.

With drama
comes confusion,
and the question:
"How shall I create?"

When the being lets go,
offering itself in surrender,
transformation begins.

In that meditative flow,
creation no longer strives —
it simply buds,
and then blossoms.

— Nirupa

Posted: July 4, 2026