Dear my son,
Formality keeps you far away from the soul and core
Making you to be running only in the periphery,
Getting for you the periphery as serious and core
And making you run only after the shadows and its beauty.
Being informal, you may break and shatter
And may get broken and shattered.
There, you will know and touch the soul and core
And, passing by, you will go further and longer
To know such things were only to that much.
You will be made to discard the skin and its glittering.
Being informal,
You will know to your conviction,
What you have broken and shattered,
Was not remaining there for your help and guidance.
Dear my son,
Looking for and going after only the easy,
You may end up in troubles and difficulties.
At least in relation to seeking and finding truth.
It is behind and within the hard coatings
The sweet water and kernel of coconut is kept.
All short cuts are not necessarily short
But are mostly long
Making you to be wandering more
Without being able to sight your target and its distance.
Closely looking, dear my son,
You may get lost your interest
In the world of periphery.
It would, rather, give you a triggering
To your pursuit and passage
To experience the ultimate and absolute
And to lose the sham interest
In the world that is really sham.
Did you hear and know the meaning
As to why some prophets
Advised you not to look at vagina
Closely and openly….
Just to avoid the aversion.
To keep your interest alive,
Not to lose and bury your interest
And good opinion of the same,
The world of periphery.
Hidden, for sure, will increase in you
The interest and curiosity.
Monday, November 7, 2011
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