PART 16 – WHY ARE OBAMAS IN WHITE HOUSES AND BEGGARS ON STREETS

Dear Madom,
Why are Obamas in white houses
And beggars on streets?

Why are there poor and rich,
Strong and week,
Meek and powerful
On this earth or in this universality?


Dear my son,
Has God got any purpose?
No. God has no purpose
And God has got nothing to achieve
By being purposeful.
So, God being God
Is and has to be purposeless.


Dear my son,
But, it is different
To have purposes of purposelessness
Or purposes within purposelessness.


That is why,
Even when the purposelessness prevails,
There are poor and rich and weak and strong
With purposes to achieve and meaning to give.

Because
No good musical composer
Will set any good musical composition
Only with one and same kind of notes.


Because
No good painter will make any good painting
Only with one and the same kind of lines
Or only with lines in one and the same lengths and cuts
Or only with one and same color and shade.


Dear my son
Any good musical composition or painting
Is and will be
With all kinds of different notes and colors.
Be it high or middle or low
Or dark or light.


And each of all such notes or colors or shades
Will be with all kinds of variations within them
In each time they are used.


Dear my son,
This will not mean to say that
Some are irrelevant or week or poor or strong
And some are more relevant or rich or strong or meek or weak.


Rather, all of them are equally relevant
With own role of each, separately,
Giving own presence and meaning of each, separately.


All they are made to be the way they are
Not because of their achieved skill or talent
Or not because of their own inability or weakness.


But they are made to be the way they are
Because the composer and painter need them to be so,
Using them only as the means and tools
For his greater composition or painting.


And none of them are, in any way,
Less relevant or less strong.


And weak or meek or strong or rich
Are not weak or meek or strong or rich
By their own and for their own
And nor it is for being so by themselves.


Dear my son,
All the weaknesses and talents are inbuilt
To serve the purpose and give the meaning
Attributed to them in their being,
Without needing the seeds or notes or word or lines
To have to toil and boil
To meet and reach such purposes and meaning.


All are equally valid and meaningful
To contribute equally, but with difference,
To the greater composition,
This great universe and the affairs therein,
As and how the composer, God, needs.


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Dear my son,
You are, like any one and anything,
Only a note or a word or seed
Or part of a note or a word or a seed
In a greater composition.


You are only a letter or a word
In a greater page of a greater book.


You don't know and you don't have to know
How you will look or sound,
Or what effect and meaning you will give
And how will you be heard or seen.


You are bound to give what you are giving
And you are bound to perform the way you are.


Only the composer will know
What kind of a word or a note or a seed you are
And what role you are performing.


Dear my son,
Each and every one will equally matter
In his greater composition.


Missing of any will cause disharmony
To the greater composition,
This great universe and its function.


So, nothing will be missed
And nothing will remain undone.


Nothing is caused.
Neither the weak or nor the strong.
Neither the rich or nor the poor.


Rather, this great universe
The way it is in current and present
Is caused.


So are here the poor and rich
Strong and weak, meek and powerful
In the way they are.


Carrying, pursuing and serving
The greater purpose and meaning
Of the composer
In his greater purposelessness.


To perform the role of
Pursuing and fulfilling the purpose
Of great composer
In his great composition.