Tuesday, September 28, 2010

What big philosophy and science is there... than life ?

What big philosophy and science
Is there
Than life
Or God?

Man is so poor
That he brought in
All the sciences and philosophies
To seek life or God
Or to secure them

But could not see and secure them
Standing within him
Or in front of him

And forgot to recognize them as such
And to live them.

And he forgot
What he was really looking for at all
And continued to be
Seeking and making

To make his life to be
Such seeking and making

By going all around and looking,
Forgetting to go within and look therein

And to find and meet.

In the land of life and living

In the land of life and living
No spelling or writing of
A single word.

Be it, for or against

Except life’s becoming by itself
Of spellings or writings.

Or else, spellings and writings are
When life and its flow obstructed

Be it for or against.

So, human form of life
And their philosophies and sciences

***************

Humans, being obstructed from the flow,
Are with the philosophies and sciences
To walk and work them
As if to destruct the obstructions,
But to create more and more of it.

Giving reason thereby to
More and more of his philosophies and sciences

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

ON REBIRTH

"Master,
About rebirth…?"

"Yes, my son.

It is life’s continuation.

Life is
Because life continues.

Even through
The different disguises of deaths.

**********


Rebirths are to fulfill
The mission,
And will continue
Till the mission accomplished

The relative mission of
The mission-less whole life.
The wholeness.
God.

The purposeless missions of
(Relative) Purposes.

*************

"My son,
A question unanswered
Will be repeated
Till it is answered.

That is what and how
The rebirth of a thing or a being is……......

Each being by itself is
A question mark…

Answer to which is
To reach the one
Wherefrom and whom from
It has sprouted.



Here the answer is


With the questioner.



With the one from whom and where

The question sprouted


And flowed in the form of life


*********

Life in part and form or drop
Is a question mark,
Seeking or having to flow,
Till it reaches back
To the wholeness.
The ocean

*************

"Master,
Still, rebirths as defined
In different religions?"

"My son.
It is as just simple as life.

Not to know, where
Your spectacle or pen is,
May need you to search for the same
Many times.

Each such search is
A different birth
For the cause of
Finding that spectacles or pen.

And till the moksha
Of finding happens,
Whereby the search will stop,
Such births
Will have to take place.

That is the rebirths
In each aspects of daily life.

Causing the simple
And short distanced things of attainment
To be very big and prolonged one.

**************

"Dear my son,
Not to know the right bus
To the desired and right
Direction or destination
May cause one to be
In and with his travel for long.

Thus,
The very short travel
May get very prolonged
With many travels (births) within it,
In many different buses (world),
Changing the buses, from one to other,
And repeating it again and again.

All for not being able to reach
The desired destination,
Real and right,
Though it could be
Very near and short distanced
From where one starts his journey.


"My son,
This way
One will have to continue to be in
His travel and changing of buses
Till he is in the right bus
And reaches the right destination
Of his right knowledge,
Where he will be free
From the travel purposes
And processes of the day/life.

This is what rebirths are
In any case.

*************

"Dear my son,
Having to do the same
To meet or realize
Otherwise short distanced thing,
Make it to be a far distanced one,
And add up the distance of life,
Unnecessarily,
For the reason of ignorance
Or misconception.

Having to continue
Life in and with physic
Is a life in the hell.
The place of rebirths
And prolonged life
With the feel of prolonging.

************

"Dear my son,
There may be thousands of trees
Around you.

But the one which has the fruits on it
Have only to be climbed upon.

**********

"Dear my son,
Today I was traveling
By bus.

My bus was almost empty
Except for few travelers in,
Including me.

As it was passing by
Many bus stops,
On its predestined way
To the predestined destination,
I got wondering to see
Many of the travelers
Continuing with their waiting
In each of the bus stops
Without getting into my bus
Or many other buses before or after mine,
Though mine and many other buses were
Temptingly empty.

I got wondering to see them
Not getting into mine
And many other buses
Stopping in front of them.

**************

True.

Their reason was very simple:

They knew
Their destination
And the bus which
They want to go.

Simply very simple.

The bus, in which I was in,
Was not to their destination.

****************

The term “destination”
Is for all the same.
And all are to their destination.
But the same “destination” is
Is different for each one.

******************

This is the case of real knowledge
And the difference it makes
In each one’s travel/journey
Helping them to avoid the unwanted
Be it beautiful or luxurious or in plenty.

They don’t go after the things
They did not want
Even if they get it for free.

************

There may be thousands of trees
Around you.

But you need only one to climb
To get your fruit.

**********

Suppose,
Some of those
Waiting in the bus stops,
Were tempted or compelled
To get into the bus
Than to their direction and destination,
For the empty or luxury nature
Of the buses
Or for the people whom they knew
Were there in the buses.

What will be the outcome?

They will be misguided and misdirected.
They won’t reach their destination easily.

They will have to take (birth in ) many buses,
Again and again,
To reach their destination
And become free from traveling.

**************

Simple it is.
Till they reach their destination
They will have to be reborn,
Again and again,
In the world of buses.
In the life’s other name of travel.

*************

To have seen many buses,
In different colors and sizes
Of beauty and luxury,
You have not be tempted to get in
All of them.

Nay, sometimes,
Even in any of them.

Do know
That you don’t need
All or more buses,
But only one.

The one which goes
To your destination.

To know you don’t want
Too many
Is the real knowledge
You have to have.

*************

To the same direction or destination
There can be many buses.

But, you have to be
Only in one bus
Whichever be its color
And whatever be its size

Meanwhile, do know again, that,
You can’t go in one and the same bus
To all the directions or destination.

Except in the bus of whole life
The wholeness.
God.
Wherein you are never
Misdirected or misguided.

Monday, September 20, 2010

Perfection and fullness

Perfection and fullness
Or the feel of fullness
Brings in, or makes one to be in,
Laziness and purposelessness.

So is God
Purposeless and lazy.

To be purposeful and active
God had to take the from
Of his own creation.

So, any one godly or divine
Tends to be
Purposeless and lazy,
Unless he wants to be in play
For and by himself.

Even without seeing
Any purpose and meaning
In such purposefulness and activities.

To say “No God”

To say “No God”
Who am I …?

No one.

However, still,
If I happen to say “No God”,
Then, the replacement to that God I deny
Will be me.
As the one who is able to say “No God”,
And as the one who remains and prevails
With such sayings.

So, no say of “No God”.

As I don’t want to take that position
And such responsibilities
To unsettle me.

Let God be there as God
Undisturbed.
Unquestioned.

*****************

Questioning of and about him
Never disturbs him;

But disturbs me.

Questioning of and about him
Never unsettles him;

But unsettles me.

Fixed Sexual or Security deposit

To have wife/husband is
To have fixed
Sexual or Security deposit

But to sustain or maintain or secure
Such fixed sexual or security deposit
One will need to have fixed money/material deposit

WHY TO TALK ABOUT THEM, EITHER DENYING OR PRAISING

“Master,
Mohammed, Moses, Jesus,
Buddha and any other…..

What role they have in
Making one know and reach
The truth and the ultimate?”

“Nothing,
And no role.

“To reach and know the truth,
One has to walk by his own,
Taste by his own
And break the shell himself.

“Master,
Then, what do they stand for?”

“Only as the possibilities or models
Among other millions of
Possibilities and models,
Including him and you.

“For the people to look at those names,
Or at those phenomenon,
As at some pieces in showcase,
Or fruits in paints.

They won’t and can’t
Buy and taste those names
Or their talk in real”

“Master
If so, why do you have to refer
And talk about those names,
Either denying or praising or interpreting,
To talk your truth?”

“To reach the common men,
Or to let the common men get out
And reach us.

“To break
The layers those names have set,
Or the common men have set
In or by those names,
For them to get a place to hide.

“So, are the denials or praising for.

“To enable them
Meet themselves,
And each other and us.

“Or to enable them to see those names
As their possibilities,
Instilling in them the knowledge that
Those names can also mislead them,
If not taken only as some of the possibilities,

“Or to tell them that they can’t be on their own foot
Just because they are with or on those names.

*********************

“Or else, no one can get them out
Unless he praises those names, for them,
Or denies those names, for them, convincingly,

***************

“Never is it because,
One has to talk about and touch
Mohammed, Moses, Buddha, Jesus and any others
To talk about the truth,
Or of attainment of truth and ultimate.

“But, it is just because one can’t be
Opened and convinced otherwise….

*************

“Just it is:
Either to empty
Or strengthen
One as a bottle.

“To let one hold
What he really wants to hold in

“Or to fill in
What one really wants to fill in.

“In, from and other than from the names of
Mohammed, Moses, Buddha, Jesus and any others…”

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Worldly things are like bride’s dress

Worldly things are like
Bride’s dress of wedding day.

It will deny and cover the real
Or will make one blind
Towards the real.


It will distract from the real
And will attract to the unreal.

A burdensome cover,
Never repeated purposefully,
That will be torn off completely
To get into and touch the real.

************

Everyone,
Even the bridegroom,
Needs and works to this end.

Everything done in this world is
To make up
This bride’s dress.

Till the bride is in and with
The bridegroom alone.

To relieve from the unreal
And to be open eyed
Towards the real.

Can’t I go to any direction and do anything when I am free

“Master,
Can’t I go to any direction
And enjoy anything I want
When I am free”

“True, my son,
But untrue too.

“Master, why?”

“True,
Because you are free to do anything
And to go to any direction
When you are free.

“Untrue, because
You won’t have any direction to go
And any want to fulfill
When you are free.

Freedom will be
The freedom from wants
And from confinements of directions.

Freedom will be
the freedom from do’s and don’ts

To have wants to fulfill
And directions to go
Would mean you are a slave.

It is true that you can do anything
But you can’t be bound …..

It is true that you can go to any dierection
But you can’t be bound

Being free is like
Being any and every where
Without having to go purposefully

Being free is like
Doing anything and everything
Without having to do purposefully

Freedom is to make you
A lazy and purposeless one

Like God...

Without being bound to do and meet
Anything.

Being free from
Directions and wants too…

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Returning to the wholeness of life

Nib,
A pointed spot,
With an ink-store behind,
Called Pen,
Felt heavily rich for its ink
And too much burdened
And concerned thereby

Thinking and fighting a lot,
With its such feel,
In the hands it was caught,
As its world most,
It got a start
The way it was moved to write.

With, and caught within, the hands,
It reached the ocean
Of, and with its, high expectations….
Thinking to make itself
And its ink collection
A big share in the ocean.

Helpless to say
The nib and its ink-storing tube
Got floating and drowning
To nowhere in the no-where ocean

And the ink,
Spilled into the ocean,
Showed no trace
And got to be no-where.


The ocean remained
As the only no-where asylum
Of no special direction, mood and color.