Never felt writing.
Face to face
In or on-life,
In or on life-book,
***************** **********
Still, came down the valley
Then, suddenly, came a very sharp question.....
(Continued ........)
The question one never dares to ask.
From nowhere.
But from my better half,
“What will you get by writing?”
The question seemed
The sparrows or crows
Their sheer ignorance
I was answer-less.
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True,
(Continued .......)
But she had the answer,
“Nothing.”
“There was nothing,
“Something is illusory and transient
That comes in between.
“Nothing is the root
“Either nothing or the whole.
“In between comes in
“Nothing only prevails.
“God, the truth, the whole,
Nothing hides and sleeps
In and with God, the truth,
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If one had
He would have the answer for everything,
He would have broken
He only will have the real feel of fullness
If one really owns this feel of “nothing”,
He owns everything
And only he can have
The feel of fullness.
(Continued ......)
Never felt writing.
Face to face
With life,
The whole.
The feel of real nothing.
In or on-life,
Than in or on-line,
Watching the beautiful dance of death in life,
Giving life the color and form of
Continuity and flow.
In or on life-book,
Than in or on Facebook,
Interacting with beautiful dancers of death in life,
To give life the color and form of
The continuity and flow.
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Still, came down the valley
From high mountains,
The silent nothing feeling,
To write in purpose and its polluting sound,
Strangling the neck of serenity and tranquility,
The lyrics and stories of death
On the smooth pages of life.
Then, suddenly, came a very sharp question.....
(Continued ........)
The question one never dares to ask.
From nowhere.
But from my better half,
Better hollow half.
“What will you get by writing?”
The question seemed
Originating from inside the bone
And touching inside the bone.
Inside the hollowness of the whole.
The sparrows or crows
Pecking on the mirror
Shoot out the same question.
Their sheer ignorance
Makes them poke and peck
On mirror, against its own reflection,
As the big unanswerable question.
I was answer-less.
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True,
I had no purpose
And I do have no purpose
But being in the state of being,
Experiencing the great ecstasy of is-ness.
The great ecstasy of living and existing
In and with the whole.
Fulfill
Of the whole.
Earning and burn
The purposelessness of the whole.
(Continued .......)
But she had the answer,
The answer no one had.
“Nothing.”
“There was nothing,
She continued,
"And there will be nothing.
“Something is illusory and transient
That comes in between.
Just to mislead and misguide.
“Nothing is the root
And nothing is the fruit.
“Either nothing or the whole.
“In between comes in
The trunk and branches of something
Of dividing and conflicting thoughts.
“Nothing only prevails.
“God, the truth, the whole,
Hides and stays sleeping
In and with this great hole of nothing.
Nothing hides and sleeps
In and with God, the truth,
The great hole of the whole”
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If one had
This answer of “nothing”,
He would have the answer for everything,
With no conflict and friction,
Solving all the puzzles and riddles in life.
He would have broken
All the confining barriers
And defining fences
Of right and wrong,
East and west,
Front and back.
He only will have the real feel of fullness
And great prevailing feel of
Foolishness and purposelessness.
If one really owns this feel of “nothing”,
He owns everything
He opens all the doors
And only he can have
The feel of fullness.
(Continued ......)
Seeking no escape from intoxicating, but ecstatic, feel of nothingness.
But one needs to ask,
Meaning it,
This same question she asked
To get the same answer she got.
“Nothing.”
In the same way
The roots ask the soil,
And the branches ask the skies,
Seeking no escape from intoxicating,
But ecstatic, feel of nothingness.
Knowingly or unknowingly,
To escape from this simply disturbing,
But intoxicating, question,
One may resort to hide
Within the veils of
Power and richness,
Fame and social relevance,
Boasting or
Claiming or adoring,
Engaging or earning
Possessing or owning.
Such their engagements of
Prayers and possessions
Power and richness,
Actions and
Won’t do good to cover and fill
The real hole and hollowness of nothing
In which God and truth hide and sleep.
The true nothingness in and of the whole.
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