A child in conversation with God - Let us talk silly and simple

God,
Am I not a little child,
Simple and innocent?

Yes, dear my son,
You are not only a child,
Simple and innocent,
But a dot too, 
Very complicated and powerful, 
With the great potential of 
Becoming a big universe
You are in, by yourself.

Okay, dear my son, still,
Why did you and 
Why should you doubt?
It is not wrong for one 
To be a child,
Or to be like a child.

God, true and could be true.
Still I am a child
With no clarity and stabiltiy,
But only with 
The curiosity and fantacies,
That makes everything around
Beautiful and novel.

Dear my son,
To be a little child
Is not a shame or a blame,
But a chance to live
Beautifully brave
And irresponsibly free.


Dear my son, as a child,
You become the master of all,
And all others, your parents and even God,
Become slaves yours, and slaves
To whatever you require
To see your life and survival
Is easy ad sure
And to see you live
Like a master irresponsibly free.

God do you mean
That I should, and I can, remain
As a child
Throughout and all along?

Dear my son,
How can it be?
Don't you by yourself
And in yourself see, that
Your this time laughter
Turns out to be that time cry,
And this time happiness
Turns out to be that time complaint?

Hence, dear my son,
Only the change and growth
Wherein change is for growth
And growth is for change.
Still all along and throughout
Everyone is bound to be
Only like a child.

Dear my son,
Is there anyone without getting
A chance to be a child?
Is there anyone, but not a child too
All along and throughout?
Is not the setting sun the rising sun too?
Is not all the suns 
Only the one and the same sun?

Dear my son,
Being God, almighty,
Am I not myself too a child
Or like a child?
Fearlessly free 
Doing whatever possible
In whatever way I like.
As nothing to be wrong
And nothing to be right.
As no one there to foresee
And for no one there to control.

I am not sure, dear my son,
As to who I am too.
Because I am a child too,
Like you,
And just because,
Being a little child
I don't see
Anyone to compare me with,
Like you.

So, dear my son,
Being a child the way you are,
You can consider and call the sun
The way you want and feel like.
You can take it in your mirror.
Its name can be changed
In accordance with the status
And the position you are in.

Hence, dear my son,
Even as a God,
I am the way you feel like,
You want to call me like
And you want to give form to me like.

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God, I don’t doubt
And I don’t worry too,
As a child.
Life is and life shall be
The way it is.
Worrying won't change its course,
As if the food ready,
I have to eat it 
At the call of my mom.

I know
Nothing is as such wrong 
And nothing is as such right,
Because, I know that
I am because of my body
That perishes and so changes,
Hence, born, growing and dying.

But, God,
By asking you
This very question
I make sure, that
I know my limitations
And thereby I know
My strength too.

Yes, my dear son,
Knowing your limitations
Is knowing yourself.
Knowing yourself
You will know your God,
Your potential and possibility.
For sure, God, I am 
Your potential and possibility.

Dear my son,
Limitations are
One’s cradle to gather
His strength from.
Egg is the limitation
Wherein the chick,
Its possibility is nourished in
And hatched out.

Limitations are one's branch and nest
From where he can view and have
His own life, world and God
Being protected.

God,
How is it that my limitations are
My strengths too?

Dear my son, first of all,
You were in your mother’s womb?
Am I right?

Yes, God, yes.

Then,  dear my son,
Wasn’t that your mother’s womb
Your limitation too at that point of time,
A kind of a confinement?

Yes, God, yes.


But, dear my son,
At the same time,
Wasn’t that womb,
Your limitation and confinement,
Your strength too
Wherein, you were
Well supported and protected?

Yes, god, yes.

Dear my son,
To be a seed is seed's limitation.
To be within its heavy coating
Is seed's limitation and confinement.
For sure, true.

Like getting trapped
Within the walls of a prison.

But aren’t such walls
Its strength too?
The strength of great protection.
The stage of preparation.
A green room?

Yes, God, yes.

It protects them 
Till it can by itself
Break the walls
And sprout to survive
To its maximum
Potential and possibility.

Dear my son,
Your limitations are your strength.
And your limitations are
For your own growth
To and to be with 
The safety and protection.

God,
If my limitations are
My strength and for my protection,
Then,
Why and how should I grow and change?
Why and how is the change and growth?

Dear my son,
A seed is a seed's limitation, true?
But, sitting in it, within its walls,
Enjoying and sticking to its limitations,
It breaks and sprouts to be a seedling
To realise its potential of becoming
A big tree with thousands of such seeds.

You limitations are there to enable you
To grow to full and to enable you
To give birth to thousands like you.

Dear my son,
To acknowledge and sit in
One's own limitation and confinement
Itself is a growth
And by itself will be one's growth.

Dear my son,
To be a seed is only 
A minimum most possibility of a seed.

Dear my son,
The fact that you are a child 
Is your limitation.
True.
But sitting as a child,
Enjoying and sticking to your childhood,
You will break the shell of childhood
And will grow to be a man.

Dear my son,
Without forsaking older-present
To make it to be called as 'past'
You wouldn’t have reached newer present,
Which you call as 'now'.

And, without leaving this newer present,
Dear my son, 
You will not reach a level
That will make the 'future' your 'present'.

Dear my son, 
This is a simple lesson and vision of life.
Without losing a seed,
Seedling or a plant wouldn't happen.
And without losing you,
You won't realise beyond you.

Dear my son,
To be a seed is a seed’s limitation.
But forsaking its seed-nature
It will reach its potential of a plant or a tree,
Its possible strength and growth.

Dear my son,
You are only a child is your limitation.
But forsaking your child-nature
You will grow to be a grown-up man.
And going this way,
Forsaking your human-nature
You will happen to reach me,
The maximum possibility.

Dear my son,
To grow and change
You will need to
Forsake the safety zone 
And protection level.
Without unsettling already settled foot
You will never walk forward too.

Dear my son,
Using your limitation and protection
You will break the shell of your
Limitations and protections.
It is there the limitations become your strength.
It is how you have left
The safety shell of your mother’s womb too.

God,
Will I be wrong
If I could not understand elders
And their subjects
Completely and perfectly?

Not at all, my dear son.

Dear my son,
You are not supposed
To understand your elders.

Dear my son,
You are not supposed
To know and understand
Why and how your mother
Is your mother,
And father is your father.

Rather, dear my son,
It is and it will be your
Experience and becoming.
Becoming and experiencing
Will become your knowledge.
The knowledge and sweetness
That cannot be 
Communicated or shared.

Dear my son,
Elders, including me, God,
Are supposed to understand 
And take care of you.

Elders are your slaves and
You are their master.

Slaves have to better understand and work
For their masters.

That is how, dear my son, 
Life is designed and supported.
That is how life is set to flow.

God,
In relation to your being, as God,
Won’t all humans and all your creations be
Less than little children to elders?

For sure, dear my son.
Why to doubt
And why should you doubt?

All the creatures, including humans,
Are my creations,
To put in the terminology 
You can understand.

God, then, will it be wrong
If humans didn’t or couldn't 
Know and understand you
The way you know and understand you,
Hence did not believe in you?

Hahahaa....
Not at all dear my son.

How is it and how can it be, 
Dear my son,
Their belief in me
To be my requirement 
For me to be myself?

Dear my son,
Who cares for their belief in me,
If they don't want it for themselves. 

No one can, except by chance, 
Ever understand his creator, God,
And no one is ever supposed
To understand his creator or God
Or the whole life, or the totality.
No one is bound to, except by chance,
To understand and follow his creator, God.

Dear my son,
Even without understanding and following
His creator, each and every creature is
On its right path 
Of fulfilling the purpose 
Of the life
It is created for.

And, as his creator, as you term it, 
I am not
By what and how my creations
Know and Understand about me
Or believe in me.

And as their creator 
What I will and I have to ensure is
Each of my creation is doing and following
What all they can and what all they require 
For their life and its sustenance.

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Dear my son
Let us talk and think
Silly and simple.

In silly and simple lies
Life and its magic.
And in silly and simple
Lies the kindling secret
Of life and truth.

Dear my son,
The silly and simple
Comes to the digestion of life.
So, to the digestion 
Of common sense too.

Silly and simple is the language of life,
So, the language of common sense too.

Dear my son,
No one would by his nature
Seriously choose to be serious 
Unless compelled
By extraordinary circumstances.

Dear my son,
Serious thing are done and thought
To make silly and simple things happen.
Not otherwise and never otherwise.

Dear my son,
Life has to be lived silly and simple,
And God and truth is and has to be 
Seen in silly and simple.

Dear my son, 
Where is life, there is God.
Both life and God are
In silly and simple,
Not otherwise, never otherwise.

God, then
What is and what has to be 
More important
To humans while they live?
Is it life or you?

Life, my dear son, life,
For sure.

Life is the purpose
They are created for
And for which
They have to live.

Doing ad living the purpose of creation,
The life,
Will be their obedience and worship
To me, the creator.
Nothing else.

And while they live dancing
Everything will get done by itself for each other
To meet all their day to day requirements.

God,
I have also a doubt 
As to why
God can’t take care of
Humans’ lives and its wants
The way humans try to take care of
Their children's life and their wants?

No, my son, No.
My care is instilled in their life,
In their every action and talk.
Whatever they do, act and talk
Is whatever I do, act and talk.
Seeing from bigger canvass
You will know that 
Nothing is happening unwanted
An nothing wanted is without happening.

Dear my son,
While living,
What is more important,
To be good or to be religious?

For sure, God, to be good.

Dear my son,
To be good,
Is it a must
To be religious too?

No, God, No.

One can be good
Even without being religious.

Dear my son,
Is there anything such
That good cannot be good?

No, God, No.
In everything there is good.
Just because I don't need certain thing
It can't become bad.
It is only bad for me 
At that particular time and place.
That is all.

Dear my son, 
Will there be a situation that 
Good will not be accepted as good
By God even, unless you enter into
A particular religions and do such good?

No, God, No.

If at all anything such is there
That could be only foolish to say.
And such a God will be a fool
And fools’ own God.