A Cosmic Reflection through Vedas, Upanishads, and Tamil Sangam Wisdom
As you read these lines,
millions of ghostly neutrinos traverse your being—
quiet travellers born in the fiery hearts of stars,
invisible as breath between two heartbeats.
Already, in that fleeting pause,
new stars have kindled into brilliance,
others have folded back into silence.
Black holes awaken in hunger,
quasars ignite with the light of dying gods.
The Universe, ever restless,
stretches its limbs of space a little more.
Andromeda inches toward our Milky Way—
a slow celestial waltz destined to merge.
The Moon, faithful yet fleeing,
drifts a few millimetres farther from her ancient lover, Earth.
Even our radiant Sun,
the monarch of dawn and dusk,
swells outward by a few metres—
aging in light.
And in this brief act of reading,
the cosmos has already changed its rhythm.
The stardust within you whispers of its origins;
and in every exhale,
you return a fragment of yourself
to that infinite ocean from which you once emerged.
The Upanishadic Vision — Creation from the Self
The sages of the Upaniṣads saw creation not as a beginning,
but as a revealing — the One becoming the many.
The Aitareya Upanishad declares:
“At first, only the Self (Ātman) existed.
He thought, ‘Let Me create the worlds.’
Through His will and heat (tapas),
He brought forth space, light, water, earth, and life.”
The Chāndogya Upanishad adds another facet:
“Before creation, this was but Being alone — sat eva somya idam agra āsīt.
That Being desired: ‘May I become many. May I be born.’”
And so, by desiring, the Infinite became form.
From silence came sound;
from stillness, movement;
from the unseen, this vast, visible symphony.
To the Bṛhadāraṇyaka Upanishad, creation is a cosmic sacrifice —
the Self dividing itself to love, to see, to become.
As the text whispers:
“He was alone and felt no joy.
He desired another, and so He became two.”
Every birth, every breath, every star’s ignition
echoes that primal longing for reflection —
for another to witness existence.
Śrīmad Bhāgavata — The Universe as Divine Breath
The Śrīmad Bhāgavata Purāṇa imagines the universe as the cosmic body of Nārāyaṇa,
where galaxies form the pores of His skin,
and every exhalation births countless universes.
When He breathes out, creation expands.
When He breathes in, all returns to stillness.
It is said that Brahmā, the creator, awakens at dawn within each of these breaths,
and when the divine inhalation begins,
even Brahmā dissolves back into the Infinite.
The Bhāgavata’s language is luminous:
“From His navel springs the lotus,
upon which Brahmā is born —
and from his thoughts flow the worlds.”
Here, creation is not mechanical, but musical —
a līlā, a divine play of rhythm, recurrence, and rest.
Each epoch (yuga), each dissolving, each rebirth —
a note in the endless chant of Being.
Sangam Tamil — The Sky as Poem, The Earth as Metre
Long before telescopes, the Tamil poets of the Sangam age
looked upon the heavens and wrote with the intuition of astronomers.
In Kuruntokai and Akanāṉūṟu,
stars, moons, eclipses, and constellations were not abstractions —
they were metaphors for love, distance, time, and destiny.
Kapilar, the wandering poet-seer, wrote of the lover’s wait
as “the moon waning across the sea’s horizon,
drawing the night’s tide toward longing.”
Kaniyan Poongunranar, in his immortal verse,
“Yaadhum Ūre Yāvarum Kēlir,”
declared a universal kinship —
a Sangam echo of the Vedic vision:
the same soul in all beings,
the same dust in all stars.
The Sangam poets saw no separation
between human time and cosmic rhythm.
To them, the body was geography,
the mind was season,
and the soul — a map of stars.
The Interwoven Vision — From Tapas to Tamil
From the Upaniṣadic silence to the Bhāgavata’s divine play,
and the Sangam poets’ sky-soaked intimacy,
one truth breathes through all —
that creation is continuous,
a sacred unfolding without beginning or end.
When you read, the universe reads with you.
When you think, stars are born.
When you pause, galaxies drift.
Your awareness is not separate from the cosmos —
it is the cosmos aware of itself.
Rig Veda 10.190.3
ऋतं च सत्यं चाभीद्धात् तपसोऽध्यजायत ।
ततः सतो अजायत तद्वनासो रजसः परे ॥
ṛtaṃ ca satyaṃ cābhīdhāt tapasō’dhyajāyata |
tataḥ sato ajāyata tadvanāso rajasaḥ parē ||
Meaning:
From eternal Order (ṛta) and Truth (satya) arose the sacred Fire (tapas).
From that Being (sat),
the worlds unfolded beyond the veil of heaven.
Epigraph
The cosmos writes its poetry in motion —
and we, its verses, continue to move.
सर्वं खल्विदं ब्रह्म ।
Sarvam Khalvidam Brahma — All this, indeed, is Brahman.
Sources Consulted
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Rig Veda (Mandala X, Hymn 190)
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Aitareya Upanishad — Chapter 1 (Creation of the Worlds)
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Chandogya Upanishad — VI.2 (“In the beginning, only Being was”)
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Brihadaranyaka Upanishad — I.4 (Self as Creator)
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Śrīmad Bhāgavata Purāṇa — Canto 3 & 10 (Cosmic Creation and Divine Breath)
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Kuruntokai, Akanāṉūṟu, Purananuru, Paripāṭal — Selected Sangam verses on celestial cycles and universality
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