Prayed to God, But God became angry and thundered at me

Prayed to God
For all and all.

But God became angry
And thundered at me

“Don’t I know better than you?
And do you know better than me?

Do I need your
Recommendation and reminder
To know the things around
And to do the things around?

Are you here to teach me?
Or, you are here to learn from me,
The way how I do the things
Through you, Mercedes and Apple
The things for you and you may need.

The way you are praying,
You are becoming yourself an obstacle,
Than becoming another way mine.
Without doing what you have to, or you feel to,
Making the same your prayer and praising.

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Any kind of your efforts and doings are
Your prayers and praising too.

So, dear my son,
Just dance with me
The way you live
And do the things.

You are doing for me
The things I do.
You can’t be otherwise.

You are talking for me
The things I talk.
You can’t be otherwise.

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Dear my son,
I may give or I may not give.
At least you may feel so.

But, you won’t know
What you do need better
And what others really do better.
Like your children do not.

Think from yourself, my son.
Will you give your children
All what they ask for.

Who will decide for children,
Mostly, their needs?

If that is the way you do
Things for your children
The same and more will be
The way mine.


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So, my son, please don’t pray,
It will just disturb
And distract from your
Real pursuit.

And if you can,
Just acknowledge and praise.

The way you do and talk for me,
The way I do and talk through you.


And to know and seek me,
Just get only into yourself.
Your roots and your land.

I AM THERE DOWN YOU. WITH YOUR ROOTS.

I am there down you.
With your roots.

I am three above you.
With your branches

I am there in you.
With your trunk.

Then,
Why should you go,
Seeking me, in deserts?

Don’t you know
In deserts, no seeds sprout,
And no plants grow?

Still, why should you think
I am not there in the lands
Where you are, and
Where seeds will sprout
And plant will grow,
Quiet naturally.

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True, my son,
I am there in desert too,
As I am neither absent
Nor concentrated
Any where.

But I am more near to you
In yourself, in your own land.

DON’T PRAY. AT LEAST DON’T PRAY FOR ME. THERE IS FIRE DOWN ME AND THE WATER IN ME IS BOILING

No “I” exist,
But the ignorance and its feel.

To call God as “you”
As against “me” or “I”
Is a big lie and a sham claim.

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Dear my son,
One humble request
I have.

Do not pray.
At least,
Do not pray for me.

I don’t want you to see
God as lame
And put on him the blame,
For or on my behalf.

It is true,
As you are bound and made
By your utter helplessness.

Still, all the prayers represent
Mere and sheer ignorance yours
Wrongly representing you
As against him.

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Dear my son,
Rather, do one thing.
Very simple thing.

See the magic in me.

Seeing me as a magic,
In my being and in my living,
Acknowledge and praise
God or no-God of no deformity
On my behalf and account.


Be it your God or my God
Be it you no-God my no-God.

I want you only to embrace
And caress God or no-God.


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Dear my son,
I don’t want to give promises.

And to this I will make
One simple say.

I won’t pray
And I can’t pray
For any one.
Even for myself.

I can’t do so
Just because I can’t
Put blame on God
To make him lame
On your or anyone’s
Account or behalf

I know not better, my son,
And I can’t talk better
Than God talk to me.

I don’t believe, my son,
As there is anything
That God hasn’t given
And he is waiting for
My recommendation and reminder.

Rather, my son,
For you, on your behalf
I will see you as the great magic
And great magic happening in and for you
For you to happen the way you are

I will acknowledge the same and praise God
With no other choice and help.

And again, dear my son,
If at all I happen to pray
Or praise or acknowledge,
It will be just for the reason
That there is fire down me
And the water in me is boiling
To send the vapors of prayer,
Praising and acknowledgment, up.

It is not because
My God or no-god
Threatens and seeks me
To do prayer and praising

Rather it is natural and normal
For the vapors of prayer and praising
To go up to make the clouds over the sky
To come down, showering the reply rain.

I am not an I against you.

I am not an I against you.
Neither in parallel nor in opposite

You are the real you and I.
Unparalleled, unopposed.

In you exist the real I

In you merge all others Is
Manifesting the real you
And the real I in you.

Wisdom is yours.
The great magic of making
All other magic happen.

It is your great wisdom
To make love and mercy
The fuel for all beings to trickle,
For the current and flow
Be the talk and walk,
For the whole existence
Be felt and dealt
For the sustenance,
Creation, and destruction
Be simply caused thereby.

You do, dancing up, evaporating. You talk, dancing down, raining.

Only one “I”
“I” that is neither big nor small,
“I” which has no comparison,
“I” that never bend and bow,
“I” that is neither a concern
Nor a question mark,
I” that is not relative and changing.

All other “I”s are
The drops evaporated
And made to be clouds.
Only clouded, felt to be, “I”s,
Only clouded, felt to be feels,
Relative, temporary and changing,
Concerns and question marks,
Bound to rain down
To the same only one “I”
To be the same only one “I”,
Making their life a dance
In that evaporation and raining down.

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When you are him
And he is you
Why should you pray,
How can you complaint,
Than rain yourselves
Down into him, dancing?


What all he is,
You do, dancing up, evaporating.
What all he is,
You talk, dancing down, raining.

Each one of us is an alcohol bottle, intoxicated from within.

It is me everywhere in this universe.
But in different bottles.

It is me in all the bottles.

Mere “I” feeling in me
Is the real intoxicant, the alcohol
Causing the real intoxication.

It is the only intoxicant and intoxication
That made and makes
Life to be moving and flourishing.

It is the only intoxicant and intoxication
That made and makes
God to create all and all
To make him God,
The creator, the sustainer and the destroyer.

Hence, dear my son,
All and all in this universe
Are the bodies (bottles) filled
With the same “I” alcohol
And are, thereby,
The intoxicating alcoholic bottles.

Each one of us is an alcohol bottle
Intoxicated from within by itself.

I am the alcohol, the intoxicant,
In all the bottles.
In all of you.

Apple will become you to cause the continuity, the great flow

Dear my son,
Very simple it is to understand.

If an apple that is eaten
Remains in you as such, intact,
It won’t mean to say
That you are healthy.

Rather, it would only say
You are sick and unhealthy.

Hence, you are unable
To digest and absorb.

To cause in you the constipation.
The great stagnancy.

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So, dear my son,
No knowledge or message you may get,
From anywhere, from anyone,
Shouldn’t stay in you
In the same form, intact.

It should lose its intactness
For you to remain
In growth and dance.
In the form you are.
In the form life is.

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Naturally, dear my son,
If you are healthy enough,
Anything you take in
Shall be converted to help
Life, in your form, remain.
Changing its color and taste
To that of your own body.

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Hence, dear my son,
Apple will become you.

It will get lost of its form, color and taste
And you will filter it to lose from it
What all you don’t need.

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Dear my son, later on,
You won’t have the smell
Of what you have taken in.
Be it the apple or anything

Unless there is any problem
With your health.

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Dear my son, hence,
There shouldn’t arise
Any talk and sight
About the apple
Once it is really digested.

It will stop you from having many and many
It will stop you stopped in the way.

so, there should remain only you.

Healthy you.

Life in its great flow.

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So, dear my son,
Heed and listen to any one.
Once you hear and understand
It should become yours and you.

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Eat and digest the lessons of
Mohammed or Jesus or Buddha or Krishna
Or of any one like them

But ensure that they and their lessons
Do not remain in you intact
To cause in you the overpowering
With constipation and unhealthiness.

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Life and God is so and such.

It lives and flows on
Giving each one of you
A feel of having
Your own role and responsibility.

To cause the continuity.
The great flow, movement and growth.
Life, God.

Reading, observing and absorbing

The meat that is eaten
By dogs and humans may be the same.

But dog makes it to be a dog

And human makes it to be a human.

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Reading, observing and absorbing
Can be made in, at least, two ways.

Closing the doors,
From the room of their defined faith and brand,
To strengthen their confinement.

Opening the doors,
Without being confined and defined
In any room of any faith and brand,
Strengthening and widening their openness.

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For sure,
Reading from the closed room
Will help them to change and absorb
All the justification and logic they may avail
From their readings and observations
To the cements and pastes to fill the gaps
Of the windows, doors and walls
To strengthen their windows, doors and walls
Of the same faith or band, that is already closed.

Thereby the faith or brand,
More securely cemented and strengthened,
And all the people of such faith and brand,
With more of strengthened security feel,
Will find them more justified and strengthened.

Even when their God is in open,
(More insecure and unjustified the way they may think)
As mere and sheer openness.

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Reading open in openness,
Of no defined faith or brand
Will help one to be availing
More and more of
Newer and new revelation
Every now and then.

As they are in the flow,
In great motion and flex,
With nothing old and stinking with them,
As they will made to be
Part of the flow,
Or the flow itself.

Just like in an open garden
They will be.
Intoxicated by the good smell and taste

Surrounded by only new and new
Flowers, fruits and leaves,
Breathing, drinking and eating only the fresh.

Every time as new, in novelty,
They will be,
With no burden and stinking

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The meat that is eaten
By dogs and humans may be the same.

But dog makes it to be a dog

And human makes it to be a human

God can even be no-God - Be it in the idol or in any name.

The whole universality
Is God’ imagination
Within and about himself.

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Imagining and thinking about God,
God can be anything, anywhere.
He can even be no-God.

He will come anywhere
For his seeker.
Even to the denier.
He can even be no-God.

Be it in the idol or in any name.

Be it in the toilet or in Makah

Be it in deserts or in Himalayas

Be it in Kashi or Vatican or Medina.

God as water for me, for sugar, to melt in

May I talk to you about a God
In whom you can fall in love.

A beautiful and kind God.

A God like your life to you.

So unavoidable.


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Only love,
And liking thereby,
Will get one closer
To what he likes.

Fear will only lead
To be away and farther
Of whom he fears.


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To be in love,
And to like thereby
For the reasons,
One has to be able to see,
Or at least imagine or know,
The beauty and kindness
For which one will fall in to like.

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The beauty and kindness of God.
The beauty and kindness of Truth.
The great oceanic openness of kind beauty.

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Beauty and kindness,
And liking for them,
Will get one more closer
Finally to be lost
To be one with God, his love.

Like sugar is in water.
Supplementing each other.

So, God as water
For me to melt in
As sugar,
To be one in him
With great sweetness.

If God is fire, I am its heat

Master ?
What do you intend by all these?

Dear my son
I do intend what God intends
By all what he has given birth to.

Nothing.

Just to be.

Going by God
With God
In God

If God is fire
I am its heat
Or I am its light.

WHERE THERE IS IMAGINATION, THEREIN GOD HAPPENS TO BE

GOD IS NEITHER CONCENTRATED NOR DILUTED.


Like the story of mysterious picture
Are the stories of and about all the holy places.

No one will ever dare to spell otherwise.

Only the people who are made to be
Innocent and selfless like little children
Can or will happen to say
That the king is walking naked
Or they can’t see any picture in real.

Be it is about Makah or Medina or Kaashi or Vatican.

They will risk themselves, for sure,
At the very angry mood of pretentious majority.

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Common majority will ever be made,
Moved by more of mob psychology,
To pretend to be wise and talk
That they can see the picture, very great
And the king is dressed, very beautiful.

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God is nowhere with more intensity,
And God is nowhere with less intensity.
Neither cornered nor confined.
Neither concentrated nor diluted.

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If God is termed as the cosmic mind,
His intensity will be more in anyone’s mind,
The fraction and reflection of the same cosmic mind.

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One’s mind or heart is the place
Where God settles in.

Where there is imagination,
Of and about God,
Therein God happens to be,
And therein happens to be God living.