Life Is Never Burnt - Like the Face of God - The Real Smile

Smile. It will shorten the miles into mill.

Hasan…..,
In cooking, you can forget anything,
But the salt.
And that salt is the smile on your face.
The big zero of uselessness and purposelessness.
God.


Put this big zero as decoration in your front,
It will give meaning to meaningless.
Fruits that come up the branches are beautiful.
Never like those in the backsides
Of your excuses and pretensions.
It would demean you to lesser and lesser.
Fruits that are under the ground are
Nothing, but dirt in the form of soil and mud.

Effortlessly you can wear it,
At any time
It would reduce your efforts
And its after effects.
The term "fruit" and "flower" are
Beautiful names given
To the dirt and mud when they smile.

There you will gain, but will lose nothing.
Unlike just "trying and getting tired",
You may gain
Without trying and getting tired.
With big Zero. The face of God.

Your father called me just now
To make sure that
I too smile with him selflessly.
He made sure that he hears me.
That was enough for both of us.
To be smiling and make others smiling.
One who is plugged into God
Will ever be smiling.

There came no excuses
Not to smile and not to make others smile.
Excuses are made
When you really don't want
To do what you have to do and smile.

The unaccounted aspects of life
Cannot come
In the mathematics and its calculations.
You may be worried about the petrol
And its cost that you may have to incur.
But the life is never burnt
And the feel for life is ever lit.
Like the real face of real God.
The real smiles of
No excuses and no explanations.

One who asks, never gives

No categorization and no seperation.
All are equally silly and serious.
Pretensions don't change the silly to serious.

If not for the silly, life won't be entertaining.
Dirt is not diirt, but flower too.
Without doing small and seeing small
You can't do and see the big.
Try to understand that
"One who asks, never gives".
So, just do with your spirit,
And don't be formal to ask .....

Back in Kuwait - Silly and Serious Are Equally Serious And Silly

Back in Kuwait.

This vacation could be spent
Almost the way it was supposed to be.
Beginning to end
With Z to A and from Z to A.

His choice is good
Especially if he is running with that choice.
So, support his choice, since he has already chosen.
No one can choose for him.
And choosing for others is not advisable.
It will be equal to killing other’s self.
But, we could have given light in his choosing process.
Now, we can give light to his already chosen path.

A tailor can choose for you the cloth.
But usually, each one chooses his clothes himmself,
And tailor only stitches to the size and shape of our need


If we don't belong to any particular faith
We have to be able to be viable.
The real master can play and run to any direction.
Like air and water.
Able to take any shape, but shapeless.
Able to dress any color, but colorless.
With no kind of adamancy and arrogance.
Without identifying the self as something and someone.
Without giving the dress and packet
The authority to decide individuality and meaning.
If not for adjustment and compromise,
Our physical body and this physical world
Won’t last more than a second.

Tell this to ……. (him)

His father is a real example. He is wisely viable.
He is able to understand and be understood.
He is able to see and read both mob and individual psychology.
That too with his deep rooted allegiance to a particular faith.
He is able to bend, adjust and compromise.
He is able to forget himself for others.
He became like a mirror reflecting others.

But those who say they don't have any allegiance
To any particular faith,
Don't show any allegiance to human feelings.
They are after keeping their “reputation GOD” upright.
They don’t know that a real Buddha can be
A priest and scoundrel together.

Because, they are in the “Prison of Reputation”.
They burn themselves for satisfying “Reputation GOD”.
They make more of walls for “Reputation Prison”,
And become secure therein.
They have only one “God of Reputation”
And they believe and live for the same.
They sacrifice all their soft feelings for the sake of
“Reputation GOD”.
They live and die for “Reputation God”.
They cover their whole self inside the “Reputation Cloth”.
Hence, they are unable to reflect (except for reputation).
Their face is covered with the “Cloth of Reputation”
So, the mirror’s inherent feature is lost.
The face of mirror is dirtied and covered with
The “Dirt of Reputation and fame.”

‘Individual human wants and feelings’,
They consider them as silly and small.
But they don’t want to know
That it is what for, at least, the physical life is,
That the mountains are made of atoms and sands,
That the whole world is made and living for children,
That all philosophies are only the play toys
In the hands of children,
That all the works and efforts are made and done
To get the answer and result of ‘silly, small, nothing and none’,
That if they can’t touch and care the silly and small
They can’t reach the big and serious,
That every one is silly and small in himself
In their real naked life,
That no one can make start without a slow and small step,
That no one can make finish without a slow and small step,
That the rising sun and setting sun are
Silly and small without too much of light,
That there is nothing as silly and serious
And both silly and serious are
Equally serious and silly
Without having a separating wall in between,
And that the mud will be made to be flowers and fruits
And the fruits and flowers will be made to mud and dirt.

If not for adjustment and compromise,
Our physical body and this physical world
Won’t last more than a second.

We have to learn, teach and train ourselves
To be no-one and nothing,
To be unknown and uselessly purposeless.


I am very happy to have one very good friend.

Let him be the symbol of "virtue and beauty"Understanding and being understood.

What after home settling?

What, after home settling?

This,
When you ask me,
I need to ask to God too.

He is the only one
Ever at home.

What does he do there,
And how does he spend himself
When no one is there for him to share
And nothing more he has got to do
For making or unmaking him?

As for me,
When I am at home,
I am with him (God / no-God).
Because he is my home.


Whatever the way he does as God or no-God,
At his home of making him God or no-God,
That will be my way of living at home.

The way of letting one
To be in the state in which he is.
Like a wayfarer does his wayfaring.

With no question of action or inaction
And with no conflicts of making or unmaking.

All the same.

HOME GOING – NOT AS AN ALIEN

Child asked for the bottle of medicine
In his mother’s hand.
It was a beautiful bottle.
He was sure that,
Being her very dearest child,
His demand won’t be declined.

But his mother did not give.

Child took her very wrong and cruel.

His mother did one thing.
She gave him a simple available toy.

Do you think mother was wrong?
Or was not his mother wise enough?

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Mother ate for herself
Very heavy delicious food,
And gave her dear little child
Her breast milk
And some biscuits.
That too when he cried
For the food she ate.

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Wasn’t the mother wise enough?
And did she do anything wrong
Towards her dearest one?

Let us wait till the child grow up
To get the answer to this.

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Meanwhile,
Draw a simple circle
And think this is the picture of the whole universe
You live in.

Then, think where will you be in this circle?

A very minute dot or spot in it.
In the middle or any where.

Then, think where will be the god?

Every where around you.

So, then how will be your path and access
To God?

From any where
Through any where.

Not confined to the one defined.

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Again, draw a simple circle
And think this is the picture of the whole universe
You live in.

Then, think where will you be in this circle?

You are every where in this circle.

Then, think where will be the god?

A very minute dot and spot in it,
In the middle or any where.

Then, then how will be your path
To God?

From any where
Through any where.

Not confined to the one defined.

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It is true.
The cup in your hand is filled
With the water from the ocean.

But, don’t be that eager to conclude
That you only have got the water from the ocean
And no other can get such water from the ocean.

Also never try to conclude
Water in your cup only can be the water in the ocean
And the ocean cannot give its water to any one else.

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True to say,
Child’s dearest mother was afraid
That the medicine bottle will be broken and
The medicine inside the bottle,
If her little innocent child happen to drink or taste,
Would cause serious problem to her dearest.

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When you search God
It is your search for your home.

When you reach him
It is your reaching your home.

Never a stranger
And never an alien.
It is your home going.

HOME GOING

Many asked
About the guidance and path
I got to reach this great earth.

To all, I answered.

“My path to this great earth
Was my path to my home
And the guidance I got
Was from the womb my mother’s?”

Many asked
About the possible shape of God in my prayer

To all, I answered

“The only shape I had for God
Was the shape of my mother?
And no other shape or form ever
Came in my contemplation of God”.

The Space of Silence

Innocence of a child,
The only pre-qualification
For a seeker,
To be open,
To see anything from anywhere,
And never to be blind,
Towards what has been sought.
Not just to continue
Or to get qualified
As a “Seeker”.

For a seeker, like a child,
Anything and everything is
New and interesting.
He accommodates
Any and all,
Like a wayfarer does,
Reflecting any and all,
Laying down
Passively and purposelessly,
But being eloquent,
In his oceanic depth of silence
Against the heavenly heights of wisdom.

Seekers, like roots of plants,
Get from anywhere
The breastfeeding of their mother
With the milk of truth
Sustaining them
And the purpose and meaning
Of their very being, the existence.

Silence of a seeker,
Purposeful or purposeless,
Has stronger meaning and presence
Than the words uttered or used.

Purposeful a seeker,
Other than with the purpose of seeking,
Is like water that is troubled.
It is unlikely to reflect with consistence.

Purposeless a seeker,
Like God, the whole,
Is the one with real silence.

He can sound with his tongue
Keeping deep silence inside.
For him his sound is like
The reflection in untroubled water.

The gap between the letters,
Words, sentences and paragraphs
Are the silence
Purposefully set in between
By the real seeker, the wayfarer.

The space of silence lets
The words and sentences give
Their sense and meaning.

The space never breaks
But connects and gives continuity.

That is the way the real seeker is doing.
The meaning and purpose he gets
For him, his being and existence,
Will be the meaning and purpose
For the being and existence of the whole.
Giving connection and continuation to all.

A pearl gets more of its attraction and meaning
When it covers
Very little space in its purse.

Moon and stars
Are beautiful to us
Just because we see them
In a context with lot of space around.

Diamonds are valuable
Because they are less available too.

Too much of food in a plate,
Even if the plate is beautiful and the food is tasty,
Is ugly to handle and imagine.

Give little space, silence,
To give enough breathing
Of connection and continuity
And to let it exist as it is.
Do not carry all together
To cause everyone get miscarried.

One page of uterus
Has not to carry more than one,
Or two maximum.
At least in human case,
Mostly, one womb (uterus) carries
Only one child.
Except in exceptional cases.

The surplus area in uterus
Is not a waste.
That too serves
Proposes and meaning.
The purpose of real silence, the space.

Semen may contain millions
But, only one at a time
Will be selected.

Each flower and fruit needs to be
Exposed separately.
That is its beauty.

Too much at a time will cause
To have nothing at a time.