I can’t create truth and world.

My dear son, 

I don’t teach you.

Nor I can teach you 

The truth.

Rather you just happen

To see or find it.

You happen to learn 

By yourself.

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My dear son,

Your eyes were there with you.

And the truth

You happened to see or find

Were also there near you.

Just because your eyes, 

The windows, were closed

I had to help you open.

And you are seeing yourself

Now with your own eyes

Your own world and truth.

Just because 

Things were covered 

I did help you

Or I did  uncover them.

And, now,

You are seeing it yourself.

The world and truth

That is not mine,

But only yours.

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My dear son,

The world you live in 

Is not a new world.

God you believe in

Is not a new God.

It is new because 

You are born new

And your eyes are open new.

Only you are late to be born

To see and experience this world.

This world gets renewed with your birth.

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My dear son,

The world truth were there.

Only your eyes were not there.

You did not see 

Or you could not see 

Because you were not born

Or your eyes or windows

Were closed.

My dear son,

I did not create, 

Nor I gave you, 

A world or truth new.

Instead, 

I made you open

Your eyes, your windows.

So are you seeing,

My dear son, 

The world or truth

As new.

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Dear my son, 

Neither your eyes

Nor the world you see

Were created or given by me.

It was there as it is there.

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My dear son,

You were like mirror,

Covered or dirtied,

Unable to give reflection.

I removed the cover or dirt

From your face, your eyes.

Now you can make reflection.

Not by the capacity I gave you.

But by the capacity your own.

Nether I made you to a mirror

Nor I gave you its capacity to reflect.

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Dear my son,

Water was there, underground.

I just removed the soil and mud.

You saw the water.

You called it a well.

So, now you got a well

And you are drinking from it.

Neither I gave you a well

Nor the water in it.

I just removed the mud or the soil.

I am just a remover.

Or a cleaner.

Never the creator

Of truth and world.

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Dear my son

 I can’t make you see or swallow.

                               

Swallowing and seeing,

You will have to do yourself.

I can’t create for you

Truth and world.

I can only uncover

Already existing world and truth.

Hence it becomes new.

I can’t see for you.

I can only enable you to see.

Selfishly, one can’t but be selfless.

Selfishness is not a disqualification

Nor selflessness is a qualification.

Nothing there to be proud of being selfless

And nothing there to be fearful of being selfish.

Selfishness is nothing but selflessness

And selflessness is nothing but selfishness.

Equally meant to support each other
And to maintain and sustain

The dance of life and course of survival.

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Selflessness is:

The selfishness of escaping and evading

The heat and hardship of pursuing

The wants and wars of selfishness.

Mostly helplessly,

But helpfully too.

Selfishness is:

Selflessness of undergoing

The heat and hardship of pursuing

The wants and wars of selfishness.

Mostly helplessly,

But helpfully too.

One can’t help but be selfless.

Or one can’t help but be selfish too.

Pursuing one’s own wants and desires,

One will have to leave

Its fruits and flowers

To all others selflessly

For and with no control.

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That is how and why

Everyone is fed and supplied

With everything in life,

For survival.

That is how and why

Life is in its dance

Maintained and sustained.

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The plants and trees:

Pursing their own wants

And collecting what all 

They can for that

Leave the fruits and flowers to all.

They can’t help but leave them to all.

They can’t stop anyone from enjoying them.

Helpless are they to be selfless.

Selfish are they to be selfless.

Selfless they leave them all to all.

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They give birth to thousands

Selfishly with a view

To continue with its dream,

Genre and existence.

So are they selflessly leaving

Flowers, fruits and seeds to all.

Selfishly one serves selflessness.

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Honeybees too

With their long selfish hard work,

Helplessly, but selflessly,

Leave their sweet honey to all.

Selfishly, one can’t but be selfless.

Selflessly, one can’t but be selfish.

So, the dance and flow

Of this great universality,

The life, God.