My physical form has the age of 40.

About myself,
I have nothing to spell.
My physical form has the age of 40.

What all other things
You may know about yourself
Is about me too.

What all other things
You may happen to know
About others and the wholeness of life
Is about me too.

Detailing relative aspects of life,
Would do nothing good
In terms of touching the real core.
And mostly those details
Would be a claim than a flame.

A flower's claim of its physicality
Is only for one or two days.
Should that one or two days
Be spoiled for claiming
Than trying to know what it is and is for
And run in its course of reaching the ultimate?

God never called him God.

God never called him God.

It is the humankinds,
Out of his helplessness and blindness,
Who called him God.

For his blindness and helplessness
To go farther
He called the sky too as sky.

He defines and confines.
Whereas, God and sky is not
Only in his definition and confinement.

"Mango" is not the name
Attributed to its fruit mango
By mango-tree

Even when he is in God,
Because of his unawareness,
He tries to see the God
As an entity separate from him.

Once you happen to know

Once you happen to know
You are with that
(Even otherwise you are with that),
You have no other choice
Than to spell that, the truth.

And, then, whatever you spell
Becomes only that, the truth
Giving you one and only language and option
Of spelling the truth.

The helplessness of helpfulness
The purpose of purposelessness.

Mad.
With the truth undressed.
Without any particular direction
Of any definition.

Lalit was simply simple (lalit)

Lalit was simply simple (lalit)
And he has shown it to be lalit (simple).

Life of our physic melts in time
Like the ice melts in sun.

All of us, with our physical life, are
Like ice sellers.

Each moment’s delay in sale
Causes loss of each drop.

Loss of each drop is our physical karma
Leading to physical karmic reactions and results

He who can sell out
Without too much of physical losses (activities),
Gets the emancipation (Moksha) easy.

One who meets the real buyer for that,
For his physical being,
He meets the ultimate.

He will sell it (his physical self)
And be with that ultimate buyer.

With nothing to remain
As of his or others
But of the real buyer.


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Words will not represent the meaning
And physic will not represent the spirit.
So is any of our real experiences in life with God.
Especially when we happen to see
The time and event fit each other.

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One may wait for the chances
But in the case of real seeds
The chances wait for them to fit.


Deeper goes the roots, higher goes its branches.


Quality of any seed is
Shown in the branches, flowers and fruits
In the high skies.

God, words and listeners.

Use never the terms
"Lover" or "seeker" of truth
Since the truth is not something outside us
As unattainable.

Also, don't be only the seekers or lovers,
Considering you as a separate and faraway entity,
Than being one with the same truth or God.

Nothing can be other than
Godly and divine.
Toilets are as divine as
The mosques, churches and temples.
Like the soil sends out its qualities
In different tastes, colors and forms
God too has millions of versions.
All are equally divine and godly.

God loves himself, so he loves the whole universe.
We love our self, so we love (so, we like or dislike) others too.
We love the truth because we are bound to love ourselves.

Lovers and loved ones are one and the same.
The seekers/lovers has not to be
Only the seekers and lovers all their life,
Never attaining their dreams
Or never knowing that they have reached
What they have been seeking and loving.

They have been seeking harmony with themselves.
They have been seeking spontaneity and its flow.
They are one with what they have sought.

Any seed seeks a fertile land, home,
For it to sprout and grow with its intended meaning.
Any spelled word, like a seed, seek a listener
Who may understand its intended meaning.
It would be a justice done to such seeds or words
To throw them (sow) into such fertile lands.

So, God, words and listeners.

God spelled the words from him
And he himself became, in different and same forms,
The listeners for his words.

Sun that needs decoration - Reason is that I never knew my self/soul.

To cause the seeds sprout
You need to do nothing.
Just leave them to their fate,
Uncared and untouched.

To cause the seeds not to sprout
You need to do something.
You will have to fry and burn them.
You shouldn’t leave them to their fate.

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God, I look into myself to see
How much time I take not to call you
And how much effort I take just to deny you.

But, though the branches and roots
Do not know what the light and water are,
They bend to the sides
Where there are light and water.

Like the seeds, roots and branches,
I am left out of fry-pan of efforts
To my own fate of sprouting
Without having to change life
To deny and not to call the one
Whom I don’t know,
And without having
To make others call and consider me
As someone special or very special,
Even when
I know that I don’t know my self/soul at all?

In such a way,
Though, hitherto,
I worked very hard to close all my doors
To deny the sun into my house/soul,
I would sprout my self/soul
To the heavenly heights yours.
The self/soul mine won’t be
Closed against the oceanic expanse of your openness?


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Love needs nothing but
The prosperity of the self/soul,
Its expansion and openness.

To hate,
I have to dirty the self/soul
And be shrunk
By closing its doors and eyes
And by spending it
For explaining other way round.

Sun that needs decoration
Is not the sun.
And truth that needs explanation
Is not the truth.

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God,
When I hate you,
I make sure that I don’t give
A specific day or time
For you to come to me
Or for me to come to you.

The reason is that
I never knew myself.

As I never knew myself
I am unable to face myself.
When I can’t know and face myself,
God, how can I know and face you?

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I can’t know and love the other part
Unless I know and love my self/soul.
The moment I happen to know and love
My self and the other part, God,
I get free out of the covers and dresses
And become one with the openness of the other part, God
In his commonness and ordinariness,
As everywhere, but nowhere,
Never caught and never touched
As special or very special.