It is not switched off. It is open - A letter

My mobile phone is not switched off.
It is open.
But, don't know
Whether the openness, in its absolute sense,
Is equal to closedness?

Like in the case of Para-Brahma………..

Open and everywhere.
But closed and nowhere,
With and in each self.


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Hope, by mistake,
You did not dial wrong too.

Otherwise, I don't see any other reason
For not being able to access.

This is to say, in other way,
Every one is in the reach
And is with the Para-Brahma.
But no one feels or realizes that
He is, and he is with, the Para-Brahma.

So is every one in ever seeking;
Without meeting
Unless he puts a mirror
And be ready and able to find himself
With an understanding that he is he.


See the magic of Maya………..

In one of my earlier mails,
I too have given you my number,
Missing one digit.

People all miss in their thinking and feeling
One or many digits….
And complain about not reaching
The right conclusion and destination.

Missing of one digit would be
More than enough
To get one astrayed,
Hijacked by the gimmicks of magic.

So, please check and try again and again


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Yes, Sangeetha,
With a name that sounds and means music
And musicality of given life,
The product of Providence,
Tall and strong, positive and cheerful,
Hailing from …………….., if I am right....


One can pretend as forgetting, as a claim,
If he doesn’t like such memories.
But, for being without roots down (past)
Or branches up (present/future)
It will give him more of pressure
And take from him more of his positive energy
Making him unable to withstand
The passing of very simple breeze or wind.


And
How will it be possible for one to delete
All years,
Of one's total countable physical life period,
Out of his memory?


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I don't know as to what went wrong
With all of our batch
To be this much disconnected
And be least touched and influenced by this long years.

No one seems to have had any deep-rooted links,
Touching experiences,
Other than the claims without flames,
Withstanding the light of reality,
Penetrating facts,
Except the formal balloony one, of formality sake,
That burst, any time,
When they happen to be face to face
With the light or thorn of reality.

I don’t know whether any one really lived
This long years relationship
By giving his breath into this relationship

Without breathing (exchanging) in and out
How can one be living?
And how the relationship can be surviving?

The breathing that relationship would require
Is the exchange of feelings and thoughts
Of each to the other.

Once this breathing in and out is stopped, as usual,
The relationship will be dead
And will remain just physically, without support of life,
Decomposed with stench and worms.


Thanks a lot for being in touch.
Hope this will be for continuous
Inhaling and exhaling
And hope other more of your team
Will come to this line of breathing in and out
To live, pretendedly much forgotten, relationship


With thanks and great regards

To hear more and more .....

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