God, words and listeners.

Use never the terms
"Lover" or "seeker" of truth
Since the truth is not something outside us
As unattainable.

Also, don't be only the seekers or lovers,
Considering you as a separate and faraway entity,
Than being one with the same truth or God.

Nothing can be other than
Godly and divine.
Toilets are as divine as
The mosques, churches and temples.
Like the soil sends out its qualities
In different tastes, colors and forms
God too has millions of versions.
All are equally divine and godly.

God loves himself, so he loves the whole universe.
We love our self, so we love (so, we like or dislike) others too.
We love the truth because we are bound to love ourselves.

Lovers and loved ones are one and the same.
The seekers/lovers has not to be
Only the seekers and lovers all their life,
Never attaining their dreams
Or never knowing that they have reached
What they have been seeking and loving.

They have been seeking harmony with themselves.
They have been seeking spontaneity and its flow.
They are one with what they have sought.

Any seed seeks a fertile land, home,
For it to sprout and grow with its intended meaning.
Any spelled word, like a seed, seek a listener
Who may understand its intended meaning.
It would be a justice done to such seeds or words
To throw them (sow) into such fertile lands.

So, God, words and listeners.

God spelled the words from him
And he himself became, in different and same forms,
The listeners for his words.

Sun that needs decoration - Reason is that I never knew my self/soul.

To cause the seeds sprout
You need to do nothing.
Just leave them to their fate,
Uncared and untouched.

To cause the seeds not to sprout
You need to do something.
You will have to fry and burn them.
You shouldn’t leave them to their fate.

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God, I look into myself to see
How much time I take not to call you
And how much effort I take just to deny you.

But, though the branches and roots
Do not know what the light and water are,
They bend to the sides
Where there are light and water.

Like the seeds, roots and branches,
I am left out of fry-pan of efforts
To my own fate of sprouting
Without having to change life
To deny and not to call the one
Whom I don’t know,
And without having
To make others call and consider me
As someone special or very special,
Even when
I know that I don’t know my self/soul at all?

In such a way,
Though, hitherto,
I worked very hard to close all my doors
To deny the sun into my house/soul,
I would sprout my self/soul
To the heavenly heights yours.
The self/soul mine won’t be
Closed against the oceanic expanse of your openness?


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Love needs nothing but
The prosperity of the self/soul,
Its expansion and openness.

To hate,
I have to dirty the self/soul
And be shrunk
By closing its doors and eyes
And by spending it
For explaining other way round.

Sun that needs decoration
Is not the sun.
And truth that needs explanation
Is not the truth.

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God,
When I hate you,
I make sure that I don’t give
A specific day or time
For you to come to me
Or for me to come to you.

The reason is that
I never knew myself.

As I never knew myself
I am unable to face myself.
When I can’t know and face myself,
God, how can I know and face you?

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I can’t know and love the other part
Unless I know and love my self/soul.
The moment I happen to know and love
My self and the other part, God,
I get free out of the covers and dresses
And become one with the openness of the other part, God
In his commonness and ordinariness,
As everywhere, but nowhere,
Never caught and never touched
As special or very special.

Life Is Never Burnt - Like the Face of God - The Real Smile

Smile. It will shorten the miles into mill.

Hasan…..,
In cooking, you can forget anything,
But the salt.
And that salt is the smile on your face.
The big zero of uselessness and purposelessness.
God.


Put this big zero as decoration in your front,
It will give meaning to meaningless.
Fruits that come up the branches are beautiful.
Never like those in the backsides
Of your excuses and pretensions.
It would demean you to lesser and lesser.
Fruits that are under the ground are
Nothing, but dirt in the form of soil and mud.

Effortlessly you can wear it,
At any time
It would reduce your efforts
And its after effects.
The term "fruit" and "flower" are
Beautiful names given
To the dirt and mud when they smile.

There you will gain, but will lose nothing.
Unlike just "trying and getting tired",
You may gain
Without trying and getting tired.
With big Zero. The face of God.

Your father called me just now
To make sure that
I too smile with him selflessly.
He made sure that he hears me.
That was enough for both of us.
To be smiling and make others smiling.
One who is plugged into God
Will ever be smiling.

There came no excuses
Not to smile and not to make others smile.
Excuses are made
When you really don't want
To do what you have to do and smile.

The unaccounted aspects of life
Cannot come
In the mathematics and its calculations.
You may be worried about the petrol
And its cost that you may have to incur.
But the life is never burnt
And the feel for life is ever lit.
Like the real face of real God.
The real smiles of
No excuses and no explanations.

One who asks, never gives

No categorization and no seperation.
All are equally silly and serious.
Pretensions don't change the silly to serious.

If not for the silly, life won't be entertaining.
Dirt is not diirt, but flower too.
Without doing small and seeing small
You can't do and see the big.
Try to understand that
"One who asks, never gives".
So, just do with your spirit,
And don't be formal to ask .....

Back in Kuwait - Silly and Serious Are Equally Serious And Silly

Back in Kuwait.

This vacation could be spent
Almost the way it was supposed to be.
Beginning to end
With Z to A and from Z to A.

His choice is good
Especially if he is running with that choice.
So, support his choice, since he has already chosen.
No one can choose for him.
And choosing for others is not advisable.
It will be equal to killing other’s self.
But, we could have given light in his choosing process.
Now, we can give light to his already chosen path.

A tailor can choose for you the cloth.
But usually, each one chooses his clothes himmself,
And tailor only stitches to the size and shape of our need


If we don't belong to any particular faith
We have to be able to be viable.
The real master can play and run to any direction.
Like air and water.
Able to take any shape, but shapeless.
Able to dress any color, but colorless.
With no kind of adamancy and arrogance.
Without identifying the self as something and someone.
Without giving the dress and packet
The authority to decide individuality and meaning.
If not for adjustment and compromise,
Our physical body and this physical world
Won’t last more than a second.

Tell this to ……. (him)

His father is a real example. He is wisely viable.
He is able to understand and be understood.
He is able to see and read both mob and individual psychology.
That too with his deep rooted allegiance to a particular faith.
He is able to bend, adjust and compromise.
He is able to forget himself for others.
He became like a mirror reflecting others.

But those who say they don't have any allegiance
To any particular faith,
Don't show any allegiance to human feelings.
They are after keeping their “reputation GOD” upright.
They don’t know that a real Buddha can be
A priest and scoundrel together.

Because, they are in the “Prison of Reputation”.
They burn themselves for satisfying “Reputation GOD”.
They make more of walls for “Reputation Prison”,
And become secure therein.
They have only one “God of Reputation”
And they believe and live for the same.
They sacrifice all their soft feelings for the sake of
“Reputation GOD”.
They live and die for “Reputation God”.
They cover their whole self inside the “Reputation Cloth”.
Hence, they are unable to reflect (except for reputation).
Their face is covered with the “Cloth of Reputation”
So, the mirror’s inherent feature is lost.
The face of mirror is dirtied and covered with
The “Dirt of Reputation and fame.”

‘Individual human wants and feelings’,
They consider them as silly and small.
But they don’t want to know
That it is what for, at least, the physical life is,
That the mountains are made of atoms and sands,
That the whole world is made and living for children,
That all philosophies are only the play toys
In the hands of children,
That all the works and efforts are made and done
To get the answer and result of ‘silly, small, nothing and none’,
That if they can’t touch and care the silly and small
They can’t reach the big and serious,
That every one is silly and small in himself
In their real naked life,
That no one can make start without a slow and small step,
That no one can make finish without a slow and small step,
That the rising sun and setting sun are
Silly and small without too much of light,
That there is nothing as silly and serious
And both silly and serious are
Equally serious and silly
Without having a separating wall in between,
And that the mud will be made to be flowers and fruits
And the fruits and flowers will be made to mud and dirt.

If not for adjustment and compromise,
Our physical body and this physical world
Won’t last more than a second.

We have to learn, teach and train ourselves
To be no-one and nothing,
To be unknown and uselessly purposeless.


I am very happy to have one very good friend.

Let him be the symbol of "virtue and beauty"Understanding and being understood.