Perfection and Emancipation - A Prostitute's Version - PART – 7
Dear my son,
To be realized or enlightened or knowledgeable
Won’t mean perfection or emancipation,
Or being one with the whole and all,
Till the time one can really feel
The whole universe as his own body and self
And thereby start overflowing from him
The indiscriminate and selfless compassion and love
Towards all and everything in it
As it is done by him towards himself.
The indiscriminate and selfless compassion and love,
Needing nothing for himself but for all around him,
Is the symptom of one’s emancipation and perfection.
That is why God is God.
Free and perfect.
Requiring nothing more or less.
Doing nothing at others’ cost
And doing nothing to escape from his own.
Like, a prostitute, I am.
A prostitute by my own.
(...... to be Continued.......)
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
OBAMA AND ANY ONE CAN EASILY RULE AND GOVERN AS IT IS DONE AT OTHERS’ COST & RISK
Part – 6
OBAMA AND ANY ONE CAN EASILY RULE AND GOVERN ON OTHERS’ COST -
PROSTITUTE CONTINUING WITH HER PREACHING : PART - 6
Dear Madom
How come they rule over, govern or manage us…
Or any one can rule over, govern or manage us?
“Because, dear my son,
It is done at others’ cost,
Without risking anything personal their,
Because it is not done at their own cost
And is done without ruling over anything their personal,
And because they are luxuriously paid,
Be it in the form of money and facilities
Or their status, position and its securities
Or fame and popularity, thereby generated.
This is, dear my son, the reason for every ruler
To be able to rule over others.
Be it Obama or me or you
Or Stalin , Saddam Hussein or Gaddafi.”
Dear Madom,
If so, why should people let others
Rule, govern and manage them and theirs?
“Just for the simple reason, dear my son.
No one is ready to take up
Their own matter at their own cost,
As none of them is having any control
To rule over his own.
And just for the reason that
Every one wants to escape from his own,
By entrusting his own to others
And by taking up others’ as his.
This is the reason in every ruler’s case
Be it Obama or me or you
Or Saddam Hussein or Gaddafi.
At least to see all their personal matters and things
Are taken care of by others at others’ cost.
Dear Madom
Then, why don’t you also opt to rule over others
And manage others\ things and properties?
“Dear my son, it is just because of my knowledge
That makes me know that I don’t know.
It is just because of my strength
That makes me aware that I have no strength
It is just my awareness that make me humble to feel
That my only control and rule is
Over my knowledge that I can have no control and rule
Even over my, thought to be or ignored silly, bodily functions.
It is just because of my knowledge, power and strength
That helplessly makes me aware to feel and know that
I have no strength and power
Over any of the affairs in and around me
The only control and rule I have is that
Of having no control and rule
This is the reason, my dear son
That every ruler and manager can easily have.
But if they want for themselves.
Be it Obama or me or you
Or Saddam Hussein or Gaddafi.
At least to see that all the matters
Of their physical health even are
Taken care of by others at others’ cost.
Dear my son, to be frank,
I can dare say,
I don’t talk and do any thing
Because I do and talk things.
But I do and talk the things
Just because I am made
To talk and do the things
In such and such manner in such and such time.
I am, like any one of you and Obama, a tool,
Used as a tool.
This is true not only in my case,
But in every one’s too, including Obama.
Why Obama or Manmohan Sing
Is made to talk and do, like this and that,
Is known only to the eternity, God,
As all are only the tools and means.
Without knowing of the same.
That is the great magic of eternal management!!!!
Giving the tools great feel and pride,
Letting them not know of being used,
By some one else, as the tool and means.
Dear my son,
As I am a word uttered by God
And all what I utter and do
Are what God utter and do.
That is the reason why, my dear son,
I don’t want and I am unable
To rule over others and this world,
Except he causes me do so.
It is only the rule of God, prevailing
And that will be remaining.
Everyone is made to be
Tool and instrument for the same.
As the means for his rule and control.
Even, dear my son, when I spell and do all these,
I don’t control and rule over myself
Or anything in and around me
Except for a manipulated feel.
This, dear my son, is not only knowledge mine.
This is also the knowledge of all,
Including Obama, you,
Saddam Hussein and Gaddafi.
At least to see all of them are using others as their tools
To get done even their personal matters and things of mere sustenance,
That too, mostly, one or other way, at others’ cost.
So, dear my son,
No one will rule over others if it at his own cost
And unless they are paid to secure their own life.
This is the great magical way of sustaining by God/life.
Great ways of giving the means to sustain and maintain.
That is the reason, dear my son,
There are thousands ready to be
Presidents of USA or any other country
And thousands more in queue to be so
And to be big managers
Of big banks and corporate companies
Or any small concerns.
Whereby, dear my son, they easily draft and pass
Any big bills of any big amount and expenditure
Just because it is at others’ cost,
Not at their own cost and risk,
And only because they are paid for that
Irrespective of what its results and fruits are.
(..... To be Continued .......)
OBAMA AND ANY ONE CAN EASILY RULE AND GOVERN ON OTHERS’ COST -
PROSTITUTE CONTINUING WITH HER PREACHING : PART - 6
Dear Madom
How come they rule over, govern or manage us…
Or any one can rule over, govern or manage us?
“Because, dear my son,
It is done at others’ cost,
Without risking anything personal their,
Because it is not done at their own cost
And is done without ruling over anything their personal,
And because they are luxuriously paid,
Be it in the form of money and facilities
Or their status, position and its securities
Or fame and popularity, thereby generated.
This is, dear my son, the reason for every ruler
To be able to rule over others.
Be it Obama or me or you
Or Stalin , Saddam Hussein or Gaddafi.”
Dear Madom,
If so, why should people let others
Rule, govern and manage them and theirs?
“Just for the simple reason, dear my son.
No one is ready to take up
Their own matter at their own cost,
As none of them is having any control
To rule over his own.
And just for the reason that
Every one wants to escape from his own,
By entrusting his own to others
And by taking up others’ as his.
This is the reason in every ruler’s case
Be it Obama or me or you
Or Saddam Hussein or Gaddafi.
At least to see all their personal matters and things
Are taken care of by others at others’ cost.
Dear Madom
Then, why don’t you also opt to rule over others
And manage others\ things and properties?
“Dear my son, it is just because of my knowledge
That makes me know that I don’t know.
It is just because of my strength
That makes me aware that I have no strength
It is just my awareness that make me humble to feel
That my only control and rule is
Over my knowledge that I can have no control and rule
Even over my, thought to be or ignored silly, bodily functions.
It is just because of my knowledge, power and strength
That helplessly makes me aware to feel and know that
I have no strength and power
Over any of the affairs in and around me
The only control and rule I have is that
Of having no control and rule
This is the reason, my dear son
That every ruler and manager can easily have.
But if they want for themselves.
Be it Obama or me or you
Or Saddam Hussein or Gaddafi.
At least to see that all the matters
Of their physical health even are
Taken care of by others at others’ cost.
Dear my son, to be frank,
I can dare say,
I don’t talk and do any thing
Because I do and talk things.
But I do and talk the things
Just because I am made
To talk and do the things
In such and such manner in such and such time.
I am, like any one of you and Obama, a tool,
Used as a tool.
This is true not only in my case,
But in every one’s too, including Obama.
Why Obama or Manmohan Sing
Is made to talk and do, like this and that,
Is known only to the eternity, God,
As all are only the tools and means.
Without knowing of the same.
That is the great magic of eternal management!!!!
Giving the tools great feel and pride,
Letting them not know of being used,
By some one else, as the tool and means.
Dear my son,
As I am a word uttered by God
And all what I utter and do
Are what God utter and do.
That is the reason why, my dear son,
I don’t want and I am unable
To rule over others and this world,
Except he causes me do so.
It is only the rule of God, prevailing
And that will be remaining.
Everyone is made to be
Tool and instrument for the same.
As the means for his rule and control.
Even, dear my son, when I spell and do all these,
I don’t control and rule over myself
Or anything in and around me
Except for a manipulated feel.
This, dear my son, is not only knowledge mine.
This is also the knowledge of all,
Including Obama, you,
Saddam Hussein and Gaddafi.
At least to see all of them are using others as their tools
To get done even their personal matters and things of mere sustenance,
That too, mostly, one or other way, at others’ cost.
So, dear my son,
No one will rule over others if it at his own cost
And unless they are paid to secure their own life.
This is the great magical way of sustaining by God/life.
Great ways of giving the means to sustain and maintain.
That is the reason, dear my son,
There are thousands ready to be
Presidents of USA or any other country
And thousands more in queue to be so
And to be big managers
Of big banks and corporate companies
Or any small concerns.
Whereby, dear my son, they easily draft and pass
Any big bills of any big amount and expenditure
Just because it is at others’ cost,
Not at their own cost and risk,
And only because they are paid for that
Irrespective of what its results and fruits are.
(..... To be Continued .......)
Monday, October 17, 2011
Part - 5 - Prostitute’s Preaching on Negatives and Positives
(Continued.....)
“Dear my son,
Whatever with I try to convince you,
You will end up only in beliefs.
“Believing in something said by some one
You want to rest your head and be lazy.
You want to escape and evade the challenges.
The challenge of being open in open
With no, but all, directions from and towards you.
“And it is not your blame
To end up as a believer,
Closed and secure.
“To rest and be lazy is the final aim of any one.
As it is how God and perfection is.
“Dear my son,
Positive and negative
You are the one who decide and create the same
As you want them to be.”
************ ***********
Dear Madom, meaning?
Dear my son,
Simple lines on your face in a particular way
Can make you to be frowning and negative
Creating in and around you
Negative energy of hatred and anger.
The same face with different lines
Can make you to be smiling, positive,
Creating in and around you positive energy
Of love and happiness.
“My son, everything is positive
Even if the things look to be negative
In your first sight.
“Dear my son,
There is nothing as absolute wrong or absolute bad.
Absolute is, what you call, God.
Things are depending on how you look at it
And what do you take from it.”
“Soil is soil only.
But mango tree takes out
The mango fruit from it.
*********** ***********
“Dear Madom,
For my better conviction
Can you give me an example?
“Dear my son,
Mud is mud. True. And you agree.
And you think it is negative to have or fall in
“So, any one with mud in his life is
An ill-fated one or is a failure with negativities.
“But, dear my son,
What would you say if mud is taken as fertilizer,
Will it be then dirt or an ill fate?
Is it not also, then,
Better and comfortable
To fall in mud
Than on heavy rocks?
********** **********
“Dear Madom,
I can understand.
How can it be a practical example
In human life?
Dear my son,
Then, I would better start from me
Than from any other hypothetic characters.
As you may know, I am a prostitute.
You also may know, as a prostitute,
What I am selling as a product.
It is me, myself.
You also may know, as a prostitute,
What am I selling in and from me.
To be frank and true
The worst and the ugliest part.
The part through which both urine and dirty blood flow.
The part in the neighborhood of dirtier part of the body.
If taken negatively and pessimistically,
It is a curse for any woman to have such an ugly part,
With only ugly things coming through it,
With no good shape or color or smell for it.
An ugly part in such an ugly area
Together with many other ugly and dirty aspects
From and around.
But, dear my son,
Taking positively and optimistically,
The same ugly part becomes the part
That makes me to be a woman,
Making it the main attraction in me,
Which I am able now to sell,
Without disposing, at the cost I want.
Dear my son,
Now, I look at it as my strength, than weakness.
And dear my son
One becomes positive and optimistic
Only when he is able to see in his weakness
The seed for his strength.
And when he is able to see difficulties
As the seeds for his chances.
Than taking the chances
As the seeds of difficulties.
Such strength, confidence and optimism
Is, my dear son, that which enables me
To live as a woman and a prostitute.
************ ********
Dear my son,
Every gentleman in this human world,
Through out the history,
Has paid such a very high price
From major part of his life
Just for this positive feeling
A woman has made for herself
About the very negative and ugly part of her body,
Being or pretending proud and confident,
Either by hiding it
Or by beautifying other parts of the body.
And dear my son,
What you call marriage is such a price paid by men.
Marriage is the price paid to the women
For her strength, confidence and optimism
Availed by positively looking at her negativities
And for making negative ugly things
As the most positive and precious part.
As the source of all strength
“Dear my son, as you may guess,
As a usual girl, I also had great aversion
Towards my ugly part.
Looking at it close, will give no one
Any good opinion.
But, later, looking differently,
It became that this very ugly part is
The centre point of all attractions, and
Of all the affairs and efforts in this world.
Unless made free,
The demand for the same
Will make the same negative, dirty and ugly part
To be the most positive and beautiful part.
So is, my dear son,
Any model or celebrity
Makes sure that you guarantee them
What they want of and from you
Just by hiding the negativities, the ugliness.
Dear my son,
So is, my dear son,
Any of such celebrities wearing
Any kind of exposing dress,
But ensuring neatly covering of the negative ugly part,
Giving a feel of something better hidden there,
And ensuring such part’s availability is not free.
In this way, dear my son,
They will make such ugly parts
To be the most beautiful and wanted ones.
Covering the ugliness with knowledge,
Making the same to be the seed for beauty
They make it to be source of their beauty,
And demand for them from others
Dear my son,
What else is there further needed
To increase your confidence and optimism
And to prove anything can be made to be positive
If you decide and want the same to be so?
Otherwise, what after all this life is,
Except for the attraction created by hiding
One’s or other’s ugliness and negativities
To give them thereby the name of
Positive and beauty?
(to be continued)
“Dear my son,
Whatever with I try to convince you,
You will end up only in beliefs.
“Believing in something said by some one
You want to rest your head and be lazy.
You want to escape and evade the challenges.
The challenge of being open in open
With no, but all, directions from and towards you.
“And it is not your blame
To end up as a believer,
Closed and secure.
“To rest and be lazy is the final aim of any one.
As it is how God and perfection is.
“Dear my son,
Positive and negative
You are the one who decide and create the same
As you want them to be.”
************ ***********
Dear Madom, meaning?
Dear my son,
Simple lines on your face in a particular way
Can make you to be frowning and negative
Creating in and around you
Negative energy of hatred and anger.
The same face with different lines
Can make you to be smiling, positive,
Creating in and around you positive energy
Of love and happiness.
“My son, everything is positive
Even if the things look to be negative
In your first sight.
“Dear my son,
There is nothing as absolute wrong or absolute bad.
Absolute is, what you call, God.
Things are depending on how you look at it
And what do you take from it.”
“Soil is soil only.
But mango tree takes out
The mango fruit from it.
*********** ***********
“Dear Madom,
For my better conviction
Can you give me an example?
“Dear my son,
Mud is mud. True. And you agree.
And you think it is negative to have or fall in
“So, any one with mud in his life is
An ill-fated one or is a failure with negativities.
“But, dear my son,
What would you say if mud is taken as fertilizer,
Will it be then dirt or an ill fate?
Is it not also, then,
Better and comfortable
To fall in mud
Than on heavy rocks?
********** **********
“Dear Madom,
I can understand.
How can it be a practical example
In human life?
Dear my son,
Then, I would better start from me
Than from any other hypothetic characters.
As you may know, I am a prostitute.
You also may know, as a prostitute,
What I am selling as a product.
It is me, myself.
You also may know, as a prostitute,
What am I selling in and from me.
To be frank and true
The worst and the ugliest part.
The part through which both urine and dirty blood flow.
The part in the neighborhood of dirtier part of the body.
If taken negatively and pessimistically,
It is a curse for any woman to have such an ugly part,
With only ugly things coming through it,
With no good shape or color or smell for it.
An ugly part in such an ugly area
Together with many other ugly and dirty aspects
From and around.
But, dear my son,
Taking positively and optimistically,
The same ugly part becomes the part
That makes me to be a woman,
Making it the main attraction in me,
Which I am able now to sell,
Without disposing, at the cost I want.
Dear my son,
Now, I look at it as my strength, than weakness.
And dear my son
One becomes positive and optimistic
Only when he is able to see in his weakness
The seed for his strength.
And when he is able to see difficulties
As the seeds for his chances.
Than taking the chances
As the seeds of difficulties.
Such strength, confidence and optimism
Is, my dear son, that which enables me
To live as a woman and a prostitute.
************ ********
Dear my son,
Every gentleman in this human world,
Through out the history,
Has paid such a very high price
From major part of his life
Just for this positive feeling
A woman has made for herself
About the very negative and ugly part of her body,
Being or pretending proud and confident,
Either by hiding it
Or by beautifying other parts of the body.
And dear my son,
What you call marriage is such a price paid by men.
Marriage is the price paid to the women
For her strength, confidence and optimism
Availed by positively looking at her negativities
And for making negative ugly things
As the most positive and precious part.
As the source of all strength
“Dear my son, as you may guess,
As a usual girl, I also had great aversion
Towards my ugly part.
Looking at it close, will give no one
Any good opinion.
But, later, looking differently,
It became that this very ugly part is
The centre point of all attractions, and
Of all the affairs and efforts in this world.
Unless made free,
The demand for the same
Will make the same negative, dirty and ugly part
To be the most positive and beautiful part.
So is, my dear son,
Any model or celebrity
Makes sure that you guarantee them
What they want of and from you
Just by hiding the negativities, the ugliness.
Dear my son,
So is, my dear son,
Any of such celebrities wearing
Any kind of exposing dress,
But ensuring neatly covering of the negative ugly part,
Giving a feel of something better hidden there,
And ensuring such part’s availability is not free.
In this way, dear my son,
They will make such ugly parts
To be the most beautiful and wanted ones.
Covering the ugliness with knowledge,
Making the same to be the seed for beauty
They make it to be source of their beauty,
And demand for them from others
Dear my son,
What else is there further needed
To increase your confidence and optimism
And to prove anything can be made to be positive
If you decide and want the same to be so?
Otherwise, what after all this life is,
Except for the attraction created by hiding
One’s or other’s ugliness and negativities
To give them thereby the name of
Positive and beauty?
(to be continued)
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Part – 4 - Present & Current - That is the fate - Confidence and Optimism (Continued)
Confidence and Optimism
“Dear Madom
The way to gain confidence and optimism?
Sprout the seed
Mere possibility will become sheer reality
Bare imagination will become sure practice.
Egg of stagnance will be made to be the chicks of movements
Sprout the seed
Past will become present and current
And future of no-confidence will be brought into
Present and current of confidence –
Of touch and reality.
Don’t think seed is only a seed.
It is past and in it lies the past
Conceiving the present.
And with that, and with present in it,
You can catch the future.
Knowledge is past, the bow.
Practice is its sprouting, the arrows.
The arrows - the present - goes out to catch its prey.
And the prey that the present will catch and swallow is the future
Making the same also to be present and current.
The arrows seek for novelty
In and with which
The confidence and optimism grows up.
It may and could also be
Diverted into finding the real one of no-time and mood
The one which is and will be all the same, all the time.
(to be continued .....)
“Dear Madom
The way to gain confidence and optimism?
Sprout the seed
Mere possibility will become sheer reality
Bare imagination will become sure practice.
Egg of stagnance will be made to be the chicks of movements
Sprout the seed
Past will become present and current
And future of no-confidence will be brought into
Present and current of confidence –
Of touch and reality.
Don’t think seed is only a seed.
It is past and in it lies the past
Conceiving the present.
And with that, and with present in it,
You can catch the future.
Knowledge is past, the bow.
Practice is its sprouting, the arrows.
The arrows - the present - goes out to catch its prey.
And the prey that the present will catch and swallow is the future
Making the same also to be present and current.
The arrows seek for novelty
In and with which
The confidence and optimism grows up.
It may and could also be
Diverted into finding the real one of no-time and mood
The one which is and will be all the same, all the time.
(to be continued .....)
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Present and Current - That is the fate - 3 (continued) - Prostitutes and Politicians
Prostitutes and Politicians
To have nothing to say when we meet each other is also
A kind of reaching the ultimate
Or is a kind of result of reaching the ultimate.
At this stage,
One becomes spelling only the truth
In and with whatever he spells
And in and with whatever he doesn’t spell.
Like a say in Malayalam if interpreted in this way
“Vaayil thoaanniyathu koathkku paattu”
Buddhanum paattu.
********* *******
Prostitutes and politicians
Seemed to be the best available masters
With more of chances and choices
In their face and eyes.
Within the paradises of present and current,
And feeling secure and having more,
They looked never inferior, though not superior too.
They seemed to be the ones
Creating something from nothing,
Showing themselves as the products and fruits,
Increasing the demand for them every now and then.
And they never seemed to be selling all of them
Except for an illusory feel
Of those who seek and approach them.
Politicians, in spite of all above,
Seemed to be the ones stressed and tensioning,
For their fear of soil erosion from down their feet
And for their inability to give the fruit they claim.
They looked cheating and misleading,
Sometimes cheated and misled too,
For their claim of what they don’t really have and possess
And for their inability to deliver what they happen to promise.
Hence, resorting to prostitutes was my only other option.
Prostitutes seemed less stressed and tensioning,
Being able to accommodate all, with no claim,
With no discrimination and with great pleasance
And for no fear of soil erosion from down their feet.
Their openness was their beauty and attraction.
They could deliver whatever they promised
And were available, with their doors open, to all.
Those who sought and approached them.
Were quenched.
And it was for their own helplessness
The seekers were made to be tired and failing,
Even after getting what they were seeking from them.
Prostitutes looked triumphant in their games ever
Satisfying both themselves and their customers together.
So, I approached one of them on the street
And asked.
(to be continued......)
To have nothing to say when we meet each other is also
A kind of reaching the ultimate
Or is a kind of result of reaching the ultimate.
At this stage,
One becomes spelling only the truth
In and with whatever he spells
And in and with whatever he doesn’t spell.
Like a say in Malayalam if interpreted in this way
“Vaayil thoaanniyathu koathkku paattu”
Buddhanum paattu.
********* *******
Prostitutes and politicians
Seemed to be the best available masters
With more of chances and choices
In their face and eyes.
Within the paradises of present and current,
And feeling secure and having more,
They looked never inferior, though not superior too.
They seemed to be the ones
Creating something from nothing,
Showing themselves as the products and fruits,
Increasing the demand for them every now and then.
And they never seemed to be selling all of them
Except for an illusory feel
Of those who seek and approach them.
Politicians, in spite of all above,
Seemed to be the ones stressed and tensioning,
For their fear of soil erosion from down their feet
And for their inability to give the fruit they claim.
They looked cheating and misleading,
Sometimes cheated and misled too,
For their claim of what they don’t really have and possess
And for their inability to deliver what they happen to promise.
Hence, resorting to prostitutes was my only other option.
Prostitutes seemed less stressed and tensioning,
Being able to accommodate all, with no claim,
With no discrimination and with great pleasance
And for no fear of soil erosion from down their feet.
Their openness was their beauty and attraction.
They could deliver whatever they promised
And were available, with their doors open, to all.
Those who sought and approached them.
Were quenched.
And it was for their own helplessness
The seekers were made to be tired and failing,
Even after getting what they were seeking from them.
Prostitutes looked triumphant in their games ever
Satisfying both themselves and their customers together.
So, I approached one of them on the street
And asked.
(to be continued......)
Monday, October 10, 2011
Present and Current - That is the fate - 2 (continued)
So, I wandered through all the walks,
Seeking the lesson of confidence
And the lessons to be positive and optimistic
In life.
Priests, scholars and academician
Increased my aversion towards life
I saw them carrying
The past graveyards or future threats.
Looking very much burdened themselves
I had a kind of insecurity or less feel
Or of inferiority and having not enough.
They were burdening me too with more and more.
Talking of dead
They too were dead.
Stinking with the stench and worm
On their face.
(Continued......)
Seeking the lesson of confidence
And the lessons to be positive and optimistic
In life.
Priests, scholars and academician
Increased my aversion towards life
I saw them carrying
The past graveyards or future threats.
Looking very much burdened themselves
I had a kind of insecurity or less feel
Or of inferiority and having not enough.
They were burdening me too with more and more.
Talking of dead
They too were dead.
Stinking with the stench and worm
On their face.
(Continued......)
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Present and Current - That is the fate
One’s fate is like a vessel.
A vessel with all that one requires
To run through all the big oceans.
In it is one’s skills and talents.
Running or trying to run inside the vessel
Will tire oneself in his material life
And losing one’s confidence
Will put a hole in its bottom
Letting the vessel be sunk and lost.
No-confidence represents
The hole in the vessel.
God is the one in present and current
As the one who works and runs the present and current,
Doing and making all to do what all required
For running and sustaining the present and current
And to sink the future in it to make the same too
Only as the present and current.
(Continued......)
A vessel with all that one requires
To run through all the big oceans.
In it is one’s skills and talents.
Running or trying to run inside the vessel
Will tire oneself in his material life
And losing one’s confidence
Will put a hole in its bottom
Letting the vessel be sunk and lost.
No-confidence represents
The hole in the vessel.
God is the one in present and current
As the one who works and runs the present and current,
Doing and making all to do what all required
For running and sustaining the present and current
And to sink the future in it to make the same too
Only as the present and current.
(Continued......)
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