Education .... Denial of life....

Master,
About getting educated….. and ……?

My son,
I am not sure what by education you do mean.
But, hope it is not
Denial of life
And is not for denial of life.

Hope it is not the preaching, you mean, by balloons
To the trees as to how to grow under the sun,
Be friendly with stones and thorns
And how to withstand heavy rains and storms.

And hope it is not meant by you to mean
Balloon’s preaching to the trees
How to give shades and shelters,
Fruits and flowers
And how to take colors and tastes
From the mud.

My son, please know,
The “teacher balloon” is in its own strife
To be protected from all these
For its mere physical survival
Without knowing what and for what it is.

My son,
Education is not to give balloon
A job of teaching
And for student to make him seek
Such (or any other) jobs
For his own in future.

Rather, my son,
Education is to live and let you live
Which the life is already ingrained with
To lead one on his path
To meet destination of life.
It is to teach how to reach the ultimate.

My son,
Education is not
Past’s haunting of present
To obstruct the present
From evolving into future, novel,
And changing each such future moment
Into present, with nothing to look back.

My son,
Life is new and is for new.
Old is dead and can’t get along with new (life).
Only thing the old is for
Is to give fertility to
Where the life needs to sprout and grow
Ever with new to the new,
Ever from the new to the new.

My son,
Education is not to deny to one his childhood,
To persecute and torture him in his youth
To make him a slave in his middle age,
To confine him as a workaholic in his old age,
And conclude him to be a dying one,
Without being able
To look into himself and the surrounding
To realize what he was and for what he was.
Or at least without enabling him to know
That he was nothing and he was for nothing
And only the life, God, prevails.

And to let him know that
All his efforts of running inside
The running train was for futility,
But to give continuation to the whole life.

My son,
Education is not for giving one
His living means.

Life, God, needing its continuity in novelty
Has set the means within itself.
Any other interference will only corrupt
To make him and the life tensed and hectic

My son,
Education is not for training;
Life has been and will train itself,
As it has ever been through itself….

But, education has to be, if at all,
To unmake one from what he is,
To undo what he bas been doing
To teach him how to live spontaneously,
And to liberate him from seeds
To the heights of trees.

My son,
Education is never to get one suppressed and tensed,
But is to open him up and give him smile of relief,
Re-gaining for him the spontaneity lost,
Letting him seek and regain freedom,
The heavens of absolute independence.

My son,
Education is not for getting a job
And to make that job a dictation on or of life.
Education is not an imposition external;
Rather, it is the water life seeks and takes from itself.

My son,
Education is not to make one more depending
And obeying more orders
And to make him do
What he doesn’t feel to do otherwise.
It is not for the negation of creativity.

My son,
Life being the dictation of life,
Let one’s life only be his education and job.

Living for working and working for living
Is not the circle drawn by life, God.
And it shouldn’t be the circle drawn by
Any education program too.

See, my son, how long one can be
Running within such a circle
And what such a circle can be, but a hell?
Can it get him the perfection
Of perfect independence?

My son,
Such education will cause
Only the recurrence and repetition
Getting him only exhausted of rebirths.
Rather one’s life has to be his work
And his work has to be his life.
No separation and no duality.
And he should not be asked to take up
The same work, the birth, again

My son,
Life is for life.
Life is for something else too.
Life will educate itself….
No need of exerted external education.

What is that “something else“?
It is yet to be found out
By the life one lives
Or is made to live.

And his just such seeking will get him
Freed out of the circle/cycle
“Life for job and job for life”.

My son,
Education should enable one
Sprout spontaneously,
Send his roots down for novelty
And branches up, into novelty.

My son,
Education should get one open, in open
To get him more of
Light, air, water and space.
And it must shut his eyes towards
What he doesn’t need,
Without causing him
Run within the running train.

My son,
Education is to prepare the seeds
To be more better, behind the screen... ,
To get them really mature and ripe,
And it is not to get them fried
In the fry pans for immediate use.

My son,
Immediate use will give any one
Immediate respect;
But will cost his all soul and self.

My son,
Education is not to make one useful as well.

My son,
To be useful would mean
To be a slave of the one who use him.
But, education should be to make one
Uselessly useful and great in long run
Before one’s self, God, life.
For this
One will have to be useless in short run,
Before others
And for immediate purposes.

My son,
Each one’s train is already in its run
To its own direction.
No need of running within the train
With the artificialities of educations and exertions.
It will only exhaust and corrupt.

After all, at the maximum,
Life is life and is for life.
It is never for careers.
And in any thought process,
The careers are, at its maximum, for life,
To smoothen and easen the life
And to give means to life.

Being for being.

Master
What are you living for…?

The same, for what God is.
Being for being.
Facing all, but none.

Master,
Teacher and student….?

Teacher happen to know the things
Because of the student,
And knows it only half an hour
Before student knows.

The teacher just carries and gives away,
Whereas,
The student never carries,
But conceives
To give it movement and life.

TRUTH HAS ITS OWN WAY OF SELLING

Last night
I saw a very rich man sleeping…

He , I thought, was sleeping
Like any other,
As poorly as possible…

No difference he could make
Of his richness
While sleeping.

No one seemed to be bothered.
And he was not bothered,
As well, of others.

So was he able to be asleep…

Neither had he owned
Nor had he disowned….

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Today morning,
On my way to workplace…
I saw a dead cat lying on the road side.
No one got bothered of it
And it was not bothered of any, as well.

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Among many outlets and shops
Opened on the streets of this city….
I also have one….
I too sell a lot of items from that of mine.

No one seemed to me to be wrong
To sell the same
Or any other products
From their other outlets and shops
In this same street, in this same city
Or from any other street, from any other city…

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Truth has its own way of selling
Through each and everyone…
Making each and every one
Its own outlet or street or city