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.