Pistachios break on the tree itself
An Essay in the Metaphysics of Science and Spirituality
I have nuts to crack, problems in physics,
But pistachios break on the tree itself;
There is the spontaneity with gleam and grace,
And are brought home superlatives of nature;
Oh purple-gold horn of plenty, behold this pride,
Images pleasing, musicalest the pitches;
From another realm of congruences it comes,
With relationships unthought, uncalculated;
Links open to links, boons add speeding boons,
And enrapture destinies beyond the human; 5
But when starts beating the metronome of mind
Recurrently are heard multi-tongued voices;
Swift intuitions may invade once in a while
But nowhere the theory of everything;
Not that mind should not think, stop thinking,
But not with thought yoked with cartesian doubts;
Science keeps itself busy in that enterprise,
Hypotheses and postulates moving in tandem;
You start with an impressive wave equation
And land into incurable duality; 10
You create phase space and darts the quantum,
And uncertainty seizes you at the front door;
Caught in determinism, in the throw of dice
You would never know the cat living or dead;
You acclaim a falsifiable theory,
The function collapsing into observation;
But observation is a consolation prize,
A toffee with hazel nuts soaked in honey;
You set up axioms to gather completeness,
But proven stands erect inconsistency; 15
There is the god-particle unknown to god,
Only to whizz in gigantic collider’s vacuum;
Your sense is caught in its own cherished confines,
Least aware of deepening profundities;
Its understanding is a crutch for the lame,
Its walk from unknown to another unknown;
Reason carries hulking bags of propositions,
With hesitancy held by speculative thought;
And, my god, artificial intelligence
Swears those hundred quantum bits of the future; 20
Yet none knows of deft billions of qubits
Building a brain, nature’s bio-engineering;
And dark matter hides its secret from the gaze
Not knowing it could fast become luminous;
Lost is the substantiality of matter
When it turns into mysterious energy;
If you have in the palm of your left hand bosons
In the right, in a wink, into fermions they change;
A particle of matter becomes that of force,
As if mass could weirdly create gravity; 25
There is the strange radioactivity also,
The decay knowing how much yet to decay;
Flow of water through the capillary
Is the same as RC-discharge of a capacitor;
And there is hasty zeal to say the electron
Is Shiva’s mystic fervency in a Bohr atom;
One may glorify complementary principal,
But that is just to be happy with illiteracy;
Bizarre wind knows not if it is blue or florid,
And the supercomputer sees not the mood; 30
Anticipation of the mathematical science
Is startling yet gets eluded into dumbness;
These are just models for mind’s understanding,
Pleasures promoting pleasures in a chain reaction;
Oh the wonder! the digits of integers
Adding up to nine, they divisible by it!
In it is the glowing magic of new birth
Awaited dense of the supernatural;
Of the numbers there is the mighty occult,
Their first seed elsewhere, so many out of one; 35
A cosmic mind set itself to count things,
Each possibility an index of expression;
The locked delight of hues was in lonely white
That flashed into a spectrum on the screen;
The innumerable in a peacock disco
Pirouetted in moods of laughter and fun;
But incomparable the jumping of the zero,
From the first nothingness into the last;
In pure lonely white dwelt the hallowed cypher,
Shunya, the nothing, celebrated shubhra; 40
And lo! A miraculous intuition reaped it,
In sudden flaming of alert consciousness;
More than meaningful arithmetic was born
Into circle that’s polygon of infinite sides;
But also came differential calculus,
As if at the far sight could meet parallel lines;
Truth and beauty run on the track of delight,
Yet in the world they are not one and the same;
Irreducible are these dimensions, self-poised,
Each a quality of the vast quality-less; 45
Therefore each flower has its own fragrance,
Significance of silence each musical note;
We keep ourselves busy, and sure we must,
But matter is a nut uncrackable by mind;
Deeply there is the buried will of the atom,
And only a sharper brighter sense can sense it;
Even life it cannot comprehend, her charms,
They escape hefty tomes of erudition;
Lost is the substantiality of matter
When it becomes mysterious energy; 50
There is the strange puzzling vice versa also,
Enigma born with the face of ambiguity;
Truth had forgotten itself, had lost self-knowledge,
And in obstinacy became unconscious mint;
Somnambulism entered into dim nucleus,
Hostile resistance to change possessing it,
But it cannot be without a gripping cause,
Sure, if new form is to be built that’s the way;
Ideas may be flickerings of a fire-fly
But sunshine is the real-idea’s gold; 55
A strong miracle is working in interior
Of dense matter, kindled by an orange flame;
Opens a magic door that needs no fabled key,
Revelation walking into the Hall of Fame;
A little search by the renowned cosmic being
Had discovered lush green acres, sensed time’s hopes;
He reaped harvest of the rich sudden mystery
Watered by rains of inspired thought and logic;
But now he hears the far sounds of silence,
Music of the spheres humming into the ears; 60
Its notes are intensities of harmony
Applauding the tranquil unbelievable ;
Reality of matter is in its truth-awareness
And the mind of science is miles away from that;
Consciousness does not arise from Matter,
It is that which can luminously awaken it;
Standing across the path of the prized experience
The formidable mind of night is holding it back;
It was the mind that had appeared in the Void,
To stabilise things that had got formed in it; 65
This creation would have simply got swallowed,
The purposeful cypher having lost its design;
But now is caused havoc by this physical’s mind
Opposing every claim to earn life’s verities;
A mystic transfiguration is the glory sought,
And it must be won in intensity of tapas;
The sun that rules from above must come down
Into the gloom-filled body and soul of matter;
One descends with a lustrous conquering will,
And in God’s hour is prepared the miracle; 70
There is a knowledge that knows all its objects,
Behind the mind Samjñāna holding them in it;
Human effort to comprehend has merit,
But can never secure that not in its reach;
To be open to what is being deluged
Is rush of the stream to its great beginning;
And pistachios are ready on the tree itself,
Plenty rich, unhurt by the squirrels of mind;
Matter of thinking substance is a wonder
When is present the Revelation’s Gnosis. 75
The divine Consciousness has entered in,
A diamond ablaze with the gold-orange fire;
Thought of God is found, but he is not thought only,
Secrecies of his soul are fragrant in each jasmine;
Open sesame is the word of its bright magic,
And Cave-treasures turn into spirit’s wonders;
Here are now golden shekels of the eternal,
The Unmanifest’s beauty and miracles;
Indeterminate line follows light of the new lamp,
Will in its course burning in heart of Matter; 80
Sat and Chit found on earth their divine abode,
Ananda its rapture a house for its dwelling;
Destiny began her journey towards divinity,
The Divine embracing her in his purple soul;
Not only is there the release from Ignorance,
To flourish smiling life needed no more Death;
Agni has entered into the Bridal Chamber
And is born Son of the Body in solar Fire;
O thou whom Varuna and Mitra and Bhaga worship
Make the well-kindled sacrifice guide on the Path; 85
Matter is Prithvi, is Tanu, Terra, Body,
And Tomorrow has come to own the Pink of Love;
Yet passionate in his glowing intensity
Feast in his House the awakened new Gods;
I adore you, O Son of the Body, in the Mango-Grove,
The orchard of golden flowers and golden fragrance;
Surely the last finite has reached Infinity,
Claiming infinities for being and being;
You smile, and there is nothing but to smile,
Vous souriez, Il n’y a plus qu’à sourire. 90
15 January-10 February 2026
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