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and when the overwriting is thick....too thick to read between lines.......we call the lightening brigade to save the day....when worries fill the closet......thoughts explode like gas chambers......we call the fueling station.....to send in the extras......fan the flames to warm the night......smoke the woods to fog the day........screen the mistakes of ours... and pass by the hearth of the farm cook.........till the day brightens the wayside.......i cure my cough of truth.....and swallow it all.......to mull over it some other day........i tread softly down the park into the hearts of the enemical....only to find the home cures of a once lost generation.....i tryst their troupe down the path......laughing as they draw another joke out of their hats............brief but just enough to catch the catcher.......playing the fool......loafing around with some dimsum pals........just before they make a quick verbal getaway as if into 'another' world.......quick to point out their silliness.......to myself, i depart from them to spin a story of their own making.
tumults and rofls apart.....i ingest my smile to turn the corner back to my door......hardly musing at the other feathery displays jaunting along the wayside.......typical crass brass.......rofl

Prayer

And then there were some such as you who forgot their troubles......and let them go.......there was no end in sight .....to which the whole world was about to bow in subordination.....but before the blasting light of the Supersoul, no maya could stay condensed as it stays before those who forget the Name and the Source......then there were also those who chose to stay sidelined and watch out of fear and curiosity........there was no end to their fears for they missed the bus.....for so they had thought but their regret turned to joy when they discovered the light reflecting in their minds and they were no longer afraid......for they thanked the Lord with intensity of remembrance....the play was at an end and then they all rallied around the Light that led them home.......singing songs of joy that read like a prayer........rising like incense to waft away into hearts and minds of the joyous congregation..

Silence

Silence......in truth, in form descending from the lighting firmament......descending into my heart.......forever........sending pure waves of love......rippling into the realms......peace calling out to me from these valleys and farms of love and life.......through truth, realization of being residing in Super-being...... dreams apart and sundering like a breaking iceberg.........these cool waters of sublime ecstasy........dripping into the center of these fields of glory and love.....till the proverbial seeds touch heaven

Guitar

thrumming away a lonely guitar....it wakes me up.....the sound of your voice////////the wake of your words......send me emotionally unwinding in a rare space of freerise.........the soul of yours is a gem that can't be encapsulated in words........the feast for my starved senses......i welcome you in my arms.........i wish there could be more contact here......no buts or ifs i walk over ......to let you swing in these arms........i stay alone.....i wait none longer......i stretch into the weft and cleave of your heart's gravity.........i story that can't be retold too simply any more .....i wave this chit of paper and let the wind carry it away on wings of a dove.......of heaven ......your home these level plains...... of my heart......i waver no more ....i caress your love in those livid eyes of yours.......i care no more i try no more to try..... i swing in these dileria......wash me away over to you my waves of love.....wash me near your heart's coasts......dearly nestled in these arms... flesh and blood .....for a pound of mine........now in your soul....rests my love............a dream that has become a memory.

Tommorow

Melody

Dil mein the jo sawaal woh bikhar gaye badal bankar
seene mein tha jo ros wo bisar gaya koi sapna hokar
Ab rehti hai toh bas ek tmanna tumse milne ki kisi roz
jo hai chupa gulistan woh mehek jaayega.....
pyaar ka woh jharna fir umad aayega......

iss aas se hi guzaarish karte hain
ki paas se na ab guzar jaana
woh jo kehte the kal aayega
wo aaya aur na kahin ab guzar jaayega
jo tumhe apna hi maana
toh kya hai khoya kabhi aur kya hai paana

Post

Fissure in the timelessness of this peace...........sends a ringing in my head..........working down the spine...............can't really stop the wonder......from dragging down my attention.........into sadness that's burning out like a candle...........finally smoking away my worries...........into a reason to live and live on..............yes ....away into the night........peacelessness can never threaten my composure............as it fades away with the last casual swipes of its worn out destructive power...........heated battle is no longer the order of the day as the will to survive precedes and overrides all contrary impulses....freedom to gain.....a ransom to bring down the sweet rain.......dreams draw close........to the ending of this streak of struggling and fighting.......a reminder of the remaining tension.......acuteness of treason and treachery of emotive energies.....that mislead like shimmering mirages a weary soul....come to closure of its heyday.....a reason to forgive all and forget all and forge anew the bonds of light and life.....Doing the best we take charge of our own......once more  

O Bro!

Seemingly incomprehensible discoveries .....get sorted like the cloud parted by a summer sun......i postpone all advancement for now.....as we move into another teal blue day......thoughts merge to form visions and visions converge to form the future insight.....as we measure the level of mesmerizing reality manifesting with each passing second....we try to remain in full picture of the visions of tomorrow.......everyone's tomorrow must take shape in their own being.....borrowed visions don't allow the freedom to change the subject or remain in peace at some point.......centering is a key that opens all locks in the universe.....one may never have to ask again any second being about anything in particular.......the freedom to channel and control one's destiny lies within reach of a centered being......faults of no magnitude can measure up to the size of this rule.....the toughest impasses can be clicked open with such finesse as never before

Sadness may be a rare future now...as we learn to shift focus alchemicaly.....the truth is my love is too strong for my own good.....as I descend safely into a comfort zone my aches become more obvious to me i learn to live and let go......so thank you for sharing your love with me......as we moved on and on through life and love.....the world of my brothers

Gratify

Love in all its forms ......abounds in the hearts of those.....who are of the make of such as yours.......there could be few words to say sooner than the beats of your heart.....in the same vein that expresses love at the same time as truth..............there are times when one is forced to choose neutrality..... not willingly but as the last straw.......yes there are harder times .....harder than oppression that are of the make of visceral emotions.....to clear them artistically is a hardly beautiful effort.......but the trials remain .......as easy as they come .......they don't go so easy...........they just take your life away.......

Joyploy

Killjoy may return......but i'm up for the challenge.....naysayers abound.......forgetting their own quarter..........furious clashes of wit and nerve......skirmishes in these desert hinterlands.......of man and nature....imagine a story where all characters are dead first before they turn alive.......yes this is the afterlife the much awaited and heralded pause of nature...........the meltdown of rules, the standing to attention of ghost soldiers who kissed martyrdom during the end of the final siege of the last world......awaiting their judgement.......they answer to cue .......the first question........will they deserve redemption? the second.......DO they remember their deeds?.........its all a recall of memory that must work.........they solve this riddled interrogation with intensity of will and the will to remain.......this inverted darkness....this we shall call light.........after all the sum of all endeavors is never equal to the whole of their reward........they know what they spell aloud to their souls......they carry on into the abyss of fiery darkness........and ignite it with their souls to a blaze of infernal glory........man versus his soul........the match forged in the heavens.......even unto desperation this will be undone only and only by the flames of eternal Love...........frigid soul hugs the man ........who is brave unto perdition.....his only light ............his only hope .........he must reserve for eternity...........
A change .......of course.......but the test shall tell of their make ..........does this clear the class or do they stand ground.........a wild measure but very effective...........dreams they can't fulfill if they lack the will to answer destiny..........the children of war........the warriors of yore

DimmSumm

Simply teasing......this is a style of communication........words don't get in the way where two hearts meet.......or touch, even better........This is a fountainhead of emotions.......you may easily tap into its rejuvenating jiving energy.........simply by tuning into your own heart first and later into the other's......first go on to check your focus......turn it on ..slowly.....then slowly fire up the vibrations of loving kindness and compassion.....until you are swimming in the light of your own heart.......just let go........and bring it on ........it will come to effortlessly.....complacency will shake off like dust and you will see what I'm talking of.....a flowing flowering of your innate caliber........bring it on......
Sooner than you realize you are going to rundown that gateway to heaven that you may have dreamed of always.....Somehow you are going to learn all the lessons that come along......no matter what.......Seems like a tall list of orders ......but its easier than blinking your eyes.......no need to exist fractionally when the possibilities of a wholesome life await
Dimm Summ is not a mantra ......its just the opposite.....a distraction......like a derailleur that shunts trains of thought......so that you don't focus on a trivium and miss the whole show........so how's that piece of mental engineering.......rings a bell, doesn't it? Our focus is not doing us any good if such seems to be the case.....infact its distracting us from the truer aspects of herenow ......so we need a counter distraction.......an inverted mantra......Dimm Summ sounds perfectly cool.......its from a chinese movie dubbing for "stupid fool".......:p

Wahi Bachpan

चिलमन से निकलते धुएँ को देखते हुए। ………इन हसीं वादियों से आगे जा निकलती है मेरी सोच…। …… पहारों की सफ़ेद चोटियो पर सुनहरी धूप। …।मुझे याद आती है तुम्हारी। ……कि तुम होते तो हम हम होते। ....... याद अत्ति मीठी। ......... तुम्हारे आँचल की। ……।जैसे इस पल को मै जिया हूँ बीसिओं जनम तुम्हारे ही साथ। ……अलग अलग समय। …।अलग अलग जगह। …।पर वही रीझती मिठास इन पलों की। ……।जैसे तुम हो यहीं कहीं किसी फुलवाडी के पीछे छुपते हुए.......चुपके से आते हो मेरे पीछे से और ले लेतें हो मुझे अपनी उन परसुकूं बाहो में। ……। जितना मैं इन्हे जी जाता हूँ। ……।माफ़ करना उतना ही सिसक सिसक कर मरता हूँ किसी और जनम तुम्हे याद कर। ……। क्यों ? जो मैं भूल जाता हूँ  अपने आप को तुम्हारे प्यार में। ……… और जो तन्हाई मेरी जान ले जाती है तुम्हारी गैर हाज़िरी में। .......... जो तुम मुझे भूल जाते हो…। यह सोचते हुए की तुम्हारा प्यार मुझे पा न सकेगा । …शायद तुम्हे पता नहीं कि जितना भरोसा है मुझे तुम्हारे प्यार पे…।उत्ना  तुम्हे भी नहीं तुम्हारे अपने प्यार पे। ………चह्ता  हूँ मै उसे छुपाते हो तुम जिसे। ……।वही  इम्तिहान इ इश्क़ जिसे पार करने के मारे ने कितनी  ही उम्रें गुज़ार छोड़ीं।  ……। की जब हम निकले तो इंतज़ार की इन्तिहां  हो चुकी थी। ....... भले ही थे मजबूर पर। … महोब्बत की  इत्तलाह कर चले थे। ……। उन वादियों की ओर.... तुम्हारी ही ओर.………  

Tamanna

जिस्म की सबूरी से बेहतर कला है इन आँखों की । …।जो दिखाती हैं ज़मान ए  तसवउर की कहानियाँ  गुज़रती हुई झील में सफीनो की तरह। …… जब इनकी ज़िद्द बने दीदार की। …… तोहफा न मिले कोई हमे मल्हार का। …बहती हैं यह जैसे कोई पानी में रोग लगे सवाल का ……मरती हैं किसी ख्याल मे…क़ि जिसे यह चाहें। उससे मिल  न पाएं   ……इन्ही की तम्मनाओं में खारा हो गया है समुन्दर। …।जैस कोई ईंट  का बुलबुला। ……   जिस्म की सबूरी से बेहतर है पेशा  इन आँखों का........ तालुक  तो नहीं  नज़र आता सवालों का। …। पर घटती है इस जिस्म पर.... इनकी बेनुमा तन्हाई। ....... सादगी में जो कुछ है रखा। …।उसे कह देते हैं  इस लिख्त में। ....... रिहा हो चुका   जैसे कोई परिंदा। .......वह मिलाये है नज़रें, जो चढ़ता चाँद । ……उन  आसमानी मंज़रों में पाये जो कुछ है उसकी अखिओं का तान। …तारा  तारा  गवाही देगा जब जा  मिलेगगी  उनमे इन दिलों की आज़ान  .... खालिक है जो वहाँ उसे आना होगा जब तैयार होगा जहांन। .......इस सिद्दक मैं कोई रह जाए न पेशी। यही है वो ख्याल रामान

यह है सिलसिला तड़पती आहों का। …।कि नाचीज़ लियाकत के पन्ने  फरोलते हैं शायर। …।आस्माँ भी गिनता होगा तारे बिखरे अपने ज़हन पे। …ज़ो  अपने  नील से  भी उन्हें नोचता है कभी। ……।शालिमार  मोहब्बत है वो  जिसने कभी अपनी नज़रों में  उन् तारों को  बसाया  होगा। ……।कि वो गिरते हैं टूटे ख्वाबों की बनिस्बत।  …… जो हैं उस खुदा  ही के…… उसकी हलालियत के चश्मो  की बूंदे। ……।आ बनते हैं जो तुम्हारी आँखों का नूर। ……  

A Letter for One

Fine by me ....I believe in the way you come over......there are numerous ways I can compare sadness with your presence...... It could be a drag..... It could be exhilarating.... my drive ........challenge it .....I could be fine ......and notice something straight and comprehensible...for you take me down these alleys of soaring conflict.......I could say I can win you over.........by dint of courage......but you fashion interruptions and dilly dally.......you try to take me by the collar.........but I'm not giving in........not until you are free yet
I say....why you love me is a straight enough reason to take the downhill road......I'm afraid .......there are higher peaks........do walk with me.......don't stall ........I say one good reason......to arrest your slumbering doubt.....before it wakes to cause havoc......I am far from context.....but I'm not sorry.......'cause I love you if I may............since long I have remained free to act and live the consequences........You add a polarity.....necessary to harmonize and resonate stronger within......I mush over you.......but I can't bring it over.....It's been so long.....I try......to remind myself to remain in sight.....and follow what is Willed......I am arched by the weight of this all.....I could break the bow........If I hold it this way long enough........
Pure effulgence is what I crave....... if you would ask.....but it takes Promethean patience to build........I have all of mine away........It could be some time b'fore it returns this way.....till then its uphill......for me ...all of it........
I apply myself in strong measures.......for no-one asks for a gift that's already theirs.....I love you is all I care......I take my heading and head out.......to look into you eyes once more.......I brush past you.....in warm affection....walking downhill.......savoring the litchi taste of your mouth.......I take my time to fulfill your dreams to crispness of perfection......I say the last words......here on.....b'fore I call it a dream fulfilled

I believe you , need to believe in me
time to time, see the way we came to be
since long, we need some rest
b'fore I'm off again
to fulfill my lonely quest

I try always to see, the way you would come to key
to sing this song with me
it takes me sudden death, to wring your mind free
of all semblance of doubt
before we're off again, to wind out
friendly hurricanes, o ya

A touch, of truth to this whole lee wind
a good climb up the dunes of reason and memory
is why I'm here to take you up,
the pathway to my havens of light

To find my reasons, just follow in ease
we would have it simple, no doubt please
it could be a measure in years, before we fill this space out

till then enjoy your life, while I twist and shout,  ya yeah ya uyeah

Tumhi

वो कहती है यूँ मुझसे,....
धीमे से चलता कारवां ....उड़ा  रहा धूल ख्वाबों की …… शिद्दत से जिया हर एक पल.…… ला रहा मेरी मंज़िल को पास …… दूर आसमानों में सितारे टिमटिमाते हुए ……जैसे कि खुदा  ने लियाकत से उन ख्वाबों को खुद अपने हाथों से सजाया हो ....... ज़मीन पर बरसती ओस …… जैसे अपनी मीठी ठंडक मुझे देकर कहती हो ....... मैं हूँ वही सितारा जो कभी टिमटिमाता था तुम्हारे हाथों से दूर …… आज आ गिरा हूँ बनकर तुम्हारे चरणो की धूर …… शिद्दत से जिया तुम्हारा एक एक पल ……… मैं गिरा हूँ अर्शों से ……कभी  आज कभी कल ... छू रहा हूँ जो तुम्हारे पैरों के तल

सिमटती घटाएँ ……समाती  हैं नीले गगन के आँचल में ……जैसे कहती हों तुम भी खो जाओगे ना रहोगे इन जहानों में ……… संभाला है तुम्हे आज तक जो उन तपती हवाओं से………आज तुम्हे छोड़ता हूँ कुदरत के ख़ज़ानों में…… रुको न रुको तुम……अपनी  तहज़ीब की इनाकत  में .......पर यह कहेंगे वो कल तुमसे ....... तुम क्यों रहे यूँ बेमुख……… जब खुदा  था  इन जहानों में ……

खुलते तालों की आहट.…….… आज कानों में संगीत सा लगे...... यह मंज़र या वो है एक ही रास्ता जा रहा उस ओर जहां राहें गुम हो जाती हैं किसी इकाई में....... ज़बान है यह कहीं की ………जहां से उतरे हैं सभी दिलदार मेरे यार........... आज तक इस ज़मीन पर......... न चाहते हुए भी कहूँगा कि जितना प्यार करता हूँ मैं आज़ादी से....... उतना ही करता हूँ राहों की इस लाख बर्बादी से

आज हुआ है आलम पार .... उन तमन्नाओं का जिन्हें ज़हन में संभाले हूँ कई युगों की क़यामत से  …… बनकर छूटती  हैं जैसे एक कश्ती जो निकली हो पार घोर तूफानों के ……  

My Love

FEARSOME FEELING OF DISMAY CONVERSES WITH THE LAST REMAINING
THE LAST FOOL OF THE CENTURY PAST
 LIVES TO SEE THE VALLEYS BEYOND THE HOME-STAY
CONNIVING WITH THE FOOLISHNESS OF A GHOSTLY SPECTER
WHO THINKS HE DIED TO SEE A BETTER DAY
THIS IS NO COINCIDING MOMENT OF TRUTH
ITS THE FLOW OF THE ETERNAL PLAY
FAR ABOVE THE DAYS AND NIGHTS
SINGLED OUT IN THE UTTER FRAY
LIES THE ILLUMINATE GREY
THAT COVERS IN ITS MIST THE METHODS OF TODAY
BEAR WITH THE TRANSCENDENCE OF EARTHLY MEANING
THERE WAS NO TIME TO LINGER OR STAY
WHATS LEFT BEHIND
WILL GO BEYOND THE CALL TO RETURN
AND IF IT WILLS IT MAY
IF EVERYTHING WAS MEANT TO BE KNOWN
IT MIGHT AS WELL BE KNOWN
WHO KNOWS OR WHY IS NOT A REASON
TO LET GO OR REFRAIN
THE GIST FROM BEING EXPRESSED ON THE PLANE OF PAIN
AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND YET AGAIN

Faith

Hhahahahahahahahhh…….dimsumm

Here goes..

There are few methods to reach out to another that beat the art of conversation……after all this is not the era of intelligence quotients neither of emotional quotients but this is the time of FQs… exactly what you are reading this is the era of the faith quotient.

Faith…yes George Michael says it all…one gots to have it.

Bon Jovi keeps it…….

It’s the substance of the things unmanifested, the evidence of things unseen.

The nature of an art is dependent upon the element of faith the more one achieves refinement. Ingenuity in art is not limited to the fabrication of beauty but it stands on the pedestal of steady and steadfast things such of the nature of faith. After all, faith is the last thing that breaks in man.

Let this be explained with a clear example_

A man has achieved all technical training in a certain field of activity and knows everything inside out. He goes on to start a business that is totally new. He knows from the beginning that he is taking a shot in the dark…..but purely on the element of faith he goes on to do brisk progress in a couple of years…He comes out satisfied despite every test of mettle and now if one goes to ask him what was his standing ground for rapid progress…The inevitable answer would be Faith…And he has the whole world recanting in disbelief. So here we come to understand the importance of faith quotient.

FQ is directly proportional to one’s inner depth or spiritual reach and inversely proportional to the non-salvagability of a situation when faced and the equation is completed with the insertion of the faith constant which in actuality is 1..the symbol of provisional faith in life.

Thank You.

Refer :  Dimsumm, Cantonese for Steamed Dumpling. :)

Poetry

Poetry

It is a block of words that shifts in its meaning the more one tries to grasp…this is the way of poetry….the word that is the god of literature ….haha…..there are fewer meanings that compete with the number of words used to describe them….that make one a man of few words. The vibrations of the sub conscious that derive from more subtle universal vibrations… are easy to catch once one becomes attuned to the nature of manifesting reality. There are numerous examples of people with purified hearts who manage to wring meaning from passing time with finesse…this is the genre of poets and writers….we shall talk of the nature of words and their juxtaposition into carefully and intricately crafted meanings….for example

The poem_

Ferrous acrid emotions,

spill on dry ambience,

creating a plume of jiving vibes,

radiating into musical realms.

Severed from the acrosticity of teeming teens,

in the neighbourhood,

the bearfront of trained tresses,

as they waft away on wingers.

I quickly lose sight of them

as they turn their way

spanning wings in hilling joy.

Crisp beats in booming phones,

keep the moment alive,

in billowing motions of their emanance.

Timekeeper of the skies,

the realms of stellar fires,

burning the day down slowly.

Reminding the stationery meditator,

of life's elusive displays,

the mirages of pleasure.

The frequent and free use of poetic licence is evident in this…but more is the use of meaning analogies of a subconscious dimension i.e.

The first para’ itself talks of the subject listening to fast tracks,

The second and third stanza talks of teenaged children passing by on fast scooters,

The fourth para, again talks of the subject enjoying his ‘booming’ headphones,

The fifth para is a picture of the sun going down,

In the sixth para, the meaning is that the subject is actually meditating on the meaning of pleasure.

By the way the words – acrosticity, bearfront and emanance are coined by the author by medium of poetic licence.

Maker

high time the energies recollected in the pool of this life.......trying times faced with grandeur of emotion....glory of effort......force of will.....written words.... spew forth allure to entangle.....runaway dreams........meditate |.......
bulwark of facts........steady this state of mind.......strength to pull the chariot......out of oblivion.....feeble fears disappear........ like glimpses of spectres.........amazing gift........unending grace.........now entwined into each passing moment.......nimble fragrances........assuage the heart

Peace

Floored by impasses......impossibilities that jerk and sunder.....the dreams that don't fulfill ......foiling chances of banal recovery.......tears in the silver light of dawn...make away with hopes of teary eyed dreams........confusion rules the day.......with a slope to the helm of affairs........destruction of the heart.......like musicians playing a rhapsodical dirge........devastation of the mind...the final word of attention ....to the freedom of my soul.......encapsulated in the mirth of loony ecstasy
Make way for the sacred clowns......this melee' won't last the minute......one last hope to the hints of continuity.........far-fetched it seems to be..........
Then again........the uphill journey rolls on..............fueling the crisis of expression.....this bloody ego.....thankfully won't acquire undesirable reinforcement........endamned to burn in hell till it is no more......
we have come far.....says the ego child......well you're an embarrassment if anything....says the soul father......mind if I take a retreat and sign off(ego).....welll you can sorely conk off if you want....and allow me some rest till the end of days......

Enjoy

Pause....before leaping.......it's said commonly.....this is the time to reason .....before you floor yourself on a wingless drop.......its wise to reckon the way to the bottom........instead consider it wise to believe before hand that you have a way another.....you can walk on and away......but this is the push to the precipice that could take you to escape velocity......to another dimension....more inner and powerful than before......you reason it could make it worse.........manage to free some energy......and look aft of the situation.....you may call it a wait worth the arrival ...once you get the bearing to the destination......inner illumination or if you choose to walk away a half hour left of deliberation....first break it could take you to integral exaltation............firm, hardcore.......days and nights fuse to blurring speeds to reach the source of the creative projection......crashing like wavy behemoths onto the bare face of Time........just to brighten the day.....freshen the night.........let fear be a guide....for the moment..........safe and sound ...let it take you to the other side of this now runaway realm......the fleeing light can't outrun the surge of this distortion.....that rages through the fractal dimensions of manifestation.......now frantically aligning itself to the vibes of survival........freedom down when alone.......this is the way to be..... for them.........who remain steadfastly attached to the path of resilience......they enjoy the freedom of deliberation.......focused on the way that enlightens everything of the Source

Compassion

Abhorrence is a direct deconstruction of the elements that make up a much liked thing......its constituents when handled singly do not make for much liking at any level but when they combine to form a cohesive experience its when they start to generate magnetism called as attraction or liking....otherwise they are simply disliked, ignored or even abhorred...when a negative vibe is thus generated, it impinges to create an aura of total chaos on the level of the mind........the result of being singled out
the realm of the ego is beneficial in rare circumstances......like a thorn used to prick out another thorn......an ego created artificially which is to say in total awareness of the source can actually be used as a blueprint of liberation to free another being or beings stuck in neurotic egoistic states of existential unawareness.....for example, a man used to being peaceful and carefree will in all likelihood develop the attribute of compassion on other beings by virtue of his overflowing nature....when he ventures to cast away his goods among the spiritually poor, he may encounter the subjects' demons namely ego, self righteousness etc....Now he is already in the realm of duality between him and his chosen when he has left the safe haven of pure being....nevertheless if he is enlightened which is rare he may still remain connected to the source no matter how far he ventures into duality or so to say dons a superficial artificial ego which in fact holds no power over his faculties and senses, gross or subtle and he is able to approach the whole process like a game ready to exit anytime. But his very stay in the scene can have tremendous effect on other beings. His 'ego'(body, mind) are an extension of the pure blissful being of the Eternal Observer and as such form a pseudo ego. If this last vestige were to be annihilated, the man's being would return to the source forever.....but the play rolls on until the momentum of the wheel of compassion runs out.

Lesson

The meaning of life that lies defined now in these words is a view personal of the supreme person......these are not words...... these are existential reflections addressed to the self.....these impalpable mulplicities are the mainstay of the world that is nothing but an illusory projection of the supreme mind .......there is more to this ....but that is beyond words......freedom undefined.......duality manifested....Once the disclarity is removed then the reader and the read must become one ...the objective.....the crux of the effort must crumble here.but the prerequisite if such a thing should happen..... the import must be spacious enough to dissolve the ego and absorb the being of the reader......the supreme view may or may not accommodate a foreign ego...infact it never does.....this is the study of warriors but not teachers.......that is a level higher....it is free of secrets......Warriors study code.......necessary for uninterrupted communication.....the highest truths exist in the conflict free zone......there are no tripping incidents there....tripping on one's own steps......in the zone of duality, study of patterns is necessary, patterns of the ego.......this is the realm of service...the other- is the Zone of Being, the highest....

Final Theory

|Fishing for reality in this hypnotic visual multi dimension...theory of treaties...flushing out intra dimensional static...nearness of dream to visual reality all a stream of manifestation of third eye pre-cursive creations...all spontaneous in nature...meaning that they emerge smoothly in and through the nature of the 5 elements manifesting only once before becoming memory...these are the three types of realities...past, present and future are summative defining words only if one has the hard art of Being|

Theory of freedom is revealed by the fact that we are all subject to rules of social relationship and yet to experience actual freedom one must withdraw to a life of quiet outer equilibrium whilst turning in to a journey of inner search and meditation.

|Imagination is key word to open inner dimensions of damnation and glorification, the first stages. When we breakdown the word Imagine we find the phrase ‘I m a genie’ which is nothing short of the truth. Here comes in our personal neurological biology to play an important role. The fact is that our involuntary neurological setup is governed primarily by our subconscious and unconscious. It contains all our life’s experiences such that everything is recorded as a precise impression. At the point of natal enlightenment, these impressions are opened to conscious awareness in a rapidly accelerating flashback which can be heady like a torturous rollercoaster ride the first time. But this torture is all worth the wait once we reach our source….the point of light that clarifies Maya or manifestation with its pulsating commands of consciousness, the Deathless One, the Eternal Observer|

|When we have crossed over, what remains is a lingering dislike for life as we know it, apart from a taste for new mental mayhem which reveals new insights into the Its Nature. Neurons can heal by the very act of breath channelization or Pranayama.|

Pray

Finish this task.....remembrance unmasked.......trailing advancement......germinating thoughts.....in the soil of mind ......tremolo of turbulent disturbance......a summative explanation to all this literary business.........the images of thoughtless idealization........a memory of this path.... foreseen in the last perennium.......determined optimism....activated previously..this show of circumstance......undermined by consistency of meaning......in a blow by blow deconstruction......ampleness of weightage.......in capsules of literature......manifesting bit by bit......in gross dimensions.......that peace may follow......in the universal creation......imaginary grief.... supplications brief......trimmed reasons......furious belligerence....of choatic silence......dusty porches......snuffed torches........unnecessary wastage......of creative elixirs........any question.....justified defences........theory in action.....planned inaction.......demeaning glances......unsteady stances........images of purity......reduced to poverty.......balancing on words......this tightrope of emotion.........trying distances.....fires run out.......tempering of emotions......discarding notions.........facelifting  effort......the pursuit of happiness......distasteful nuances emerging.....on faulty timing.......this is a call to oblivion.....trying to test my resilience......far below the crust of this circumstantial stalemate......lies the answer to every human delirium......... a spark in the shadows of fate......blessed by the aura of resurgence........the playful demeanour of karma........its endearing fruit taking its time to ripen..........making the wait lengthy and encumbering........overshadowed by the restive remembrance of some dark period........giving no allowance to mercy and pity.......a balm to soothe the burns of scorching times.......lonely twilights......restless days,.......desolate nights.......these token words cannot describe........the enormity of destitution........containing the salvation of billions.....the charge of compassion....detonating ethereally.......makes no sound........ripping apart the hard darkness....... of the inner dimensions.......the fuel......the soul substance.........burning steadily........to counter the complacent vibes of beings stuck in space and time...........maze of affairs.....draining all energy......into alleys.....blind and dead........that come alive ....to thrive once more......and abound with nostlagic treasures.......waste no time.......to drive home this lesson......the lesser the better......

Dear

This is a call for freedom...this is my call to you....far above these days and nights, where we find hard to communicate...there is a realm that pulsates with the lucid vibes of unbroken contact.... here i am ..... waiting for heaven....for your sight is heaven.... your touch is liberating....this notion seems to stretch endlessly into the time and neighboring space.....i wait for you.....so i can't be the one to break a soft heart.......this is the realization that should set free your chains.....i want to clarify....i want to say less.....i want to be across ...into that heart....that is eager......therefore we must be....forever one.
Dreaming of the Sun in this ethereal night you're on the wrong side of the earth......feel the ground turning to make your dreams come nearer by the minute.....nearer to fulfillment......don't be cross....it isn't your nature.....feel the vibe transcend the fields of blockages between your self and the Self.....you may once again feel the union ..... once the bindings are loosened......you may melt like an iceberg nearing the tropics......don't test these words....they have been said before......just be sure you remember.....try to make the tryst in you...heart of hearts.......try to be sure......lax your winding.....you may arrive sooner.
You may say I is wrong....you're right.....'cause that letter is too lonely to be right.....but think before you falsify this connection.....'I' could be wrong....if only to accommodate idiosyncrasies
Believe in the dreams .....treat them true ......don' t escape.......here's what to do.......believe......try your faith again.....don't mess up....feel free......churn that emotion till it comes alive....feed your trust in life with the count of easy breaths......master this.....there's nothing to it.......once done forever known.....disestablish all paradox....set aside these entangling confusions.....don't miss a beat.....once we reach the desired objectives...it's all cakewalk
Don't misguide your intentions.....you may defeat yourself.....and you're the only one to do so.....whats written ......will transpire.....against contrary desire.........these jabbing emotions won't last...only the will that you breathe.....if only for all times.....you will arrive at the halcyon conclusion
that will finally disillusion.....you all with a typical frame of affairs....that your mind may grasp the enormity of this fusion.....believe.... you will put to rest all imagination......billowing in the center of your emancipation.
Trust your core....the instincts that are thy door to joyous liberation .....this is the call to freedom.....this is my call to you
Belief....the crux of all endeavor......Truth.....the gist of ethereal treasure.....must take up space in the center of your heart.....before the push till victory.....number these days....before the strife .....imagine the portents you've seen pass......the fiber of destruction now well knit into the framework of reality.....through and through all

Your Love

Pain flows freely from me to you.....as we purge the heart of all misgivings......increasingly consonant with the vibrations of jarred vocal chords.......I try.......and maintain peace........inside for your calm stay.........as we try and forgive all unnecessary mistrusts.........stricken by since long......I give you my longing trust in golden locks of thoroughbred thoughts.......I say the words you need to hear........You are my one and only one......through and through a history bygone and yet unseen........I fish around for unneeded mistakes......I make love to you in dreams.......I fashion a liking for long sleeps.......even though I find it hard to lay my head down.....thoughts of you keep me awake...
Feed me with your loving hands the ambrosia on your lips.

Look Into My Eyes

You shall know the stillness of time

Hold my Gaze

and you shall find the nuances that are mine

Look into my eyes

A light in my eyes

will take you far

today into a depth of space 

rare and virgin

The firefly of twinkling dreams

shall be your host as we

tumble into clouds of pristinity

the eternal companions of your heavenly escapade.

Look deep and far

the creation beckoning your arrival

the touch of your hand shall

free the distant stars

to sparkle in the night of your return

the Night, we shall be together forever and ever

like we were once long ago......

Khalsa

When we have arrived ........savouring and sampling these flavoured breezes........Now may you say that we're numb with pleasure......

Missions to Glory....carried out in swift perfection.......the more we follow clarity......the more it qualifies us for sublime perfection........the more we try and fade it.........it accordingly refuses to make its way clear to the top........the more we refuse and drop the gists........the more we end in ruts..........the more we exert ourselves in glorious effort...., we become pillars of swift ascent...........the more we try to deal a few flicks of successes.......the more we are tested in our whole-heartedness.........

Dreams unto reality.........the cosmic chakras of existence........clear of all fabricated entanglements of space-time revealing It's self in vast revolutions of the sun above and below me........throbbing with the juries of sparkling lustrous elixirs..........the nearness of distant flag-rows of the armies of the universes encamped on the shores of lighted galaxies..

Thoroughly fixed gaze of mine.......on the rotations of this universal conundrum of sorts......fixed like an arrowed projection, the flow of thoughts from the prodigious outflow of placid emotion....

The narrative blasting across the sky like a comet destined to return before death with a superfluous trace of distant pasts......connecting the pole end gazer with a story of its own.

Seasoned findings of an emergent traveler..........I find you sitting in my mind, there I see you freely....fishing for me.......I love you....the last word.......I see you mincing no emotion that flows over from you to me........I find you loving me endlessly........I love you.......the first word......the words of wisdom descending out of this glorious globule of imaginary friendship that seems so real the more we turn the pages.

Natural freedom.......springing in my steps.......the forbearance of my ancestors..........the fruits of their labour....as I collect us into 'we', the more I try......the more it affects this affection of mine for you.....This is the One.....I care to tell you about..... ones of whom I shall say......are the ones living as words in these pages of truth......ethereal and sublime like elixirs of sparkling waters of life.......My homes, these heavens......

Journey

Ill worth.....I've lost fluidity.......Maybe for awhile..........let us be tasteless and bland.......Maybe it recovers......Yes, I'm looking for a homeward journey......Yes, I'm free to go that way........I'm looking for a reason to splash around my feelings........I'm willing to walk the plank.......Yes, I'm here to furiously churn my oceans of intrepid light...........Yes, I'm here from yonder far............I'm not going to stop............I'm going to cross over...........

Yes, I'm here to be........I'm near........Yes, I'm free to call it a day.......Yes, I'm nearing closure of my composure...........Freely going to join in on the coasting rollers of love

ए खुदा ........... यह खत तेरे नाम लिखते हुए यह हाथ अपनी लकीरों की ज़बानी पूछते हैं तुझसे ………  क्यों तूने बढ़ाया इन लकीरों का सफर..........शायद मैं जानते हुए भी पूछना चाहूँगा। ………  क्या चला तेरे मन में जो छीना उन ऊंचाईओं से मुझे तूने और चलाया इन गंभीर लकीरों के इम्तिहानी रास्तों पर। ……शायद यह तुझे  ही है मालूम  ……यह दास्तां कब घड़ी तूने मन में जो दोहराई इस चमन-ए-ज़मीन पर।

Remember my struggles.......the time.......the loads of life gone by.........firm in transcendence......Let me rise into new fields........the realms.......of freedom existential

Fear is the key..........to loving devotion......Freedom is the nature of things eternal......I shape this future.........I turn it aside..............I clear the seams.........and let it ensure the return of goodness.

Soul Warrior

Freedom....I kill.....need ring in voice.......tailpace.........creation.........flukefree........creation........ resttop.........never mind.......dish tv......as you wish.......dreamtree........to be or not to be...........mindless........treason.......fishfree........teatree.........disambush.........testosterone........unambiguous............foolish.......diseased............ultimate...........I take an unambiguous retreat on life........I try and rearrange the reasons........I free the birds...........teaming up in the sky..........I cross the river stretches...........I train my gunsights on the crux of truth to blow away the mettle of this menace of unreasoned disclarity..........the bullets fly down on tails of fire..........crumbling waterfalls............reap the grain........go against the rain.............to reach the regatta of colors dawning across the perpetually sunlit sea of my homely territory...........we have the Castle........tread softly to reach the shore............once more the lights go out...........and I reach the end of time..........pulsating slowly away into the darkness of this ethereally beautiful night ...........corpses of the disillusioned enemy are kicked apart forever.......dismembered untruths.......hallowed walk of the antechambers of buried gods........asleep since the watches' death.........stir up into lighted freedom in a voluminous release of a divine aura of pure effulgence.................'I' remains to carry on with the awakening of newborn time......Death conquered........Thy Gracious Hand upon my head........I rest in remembrance..............

Being Herenow

O my Love........you are herenow..........lost in my eyes........the way to be is not to be........Don't let me try.........say you own me........have won me..........in these quiet interstellar galactic silences......yes you are here with me in my sweetness of dreaming fantasies.......the more you may try only if we fail...........but we don't........already you try and watch these stories of successes.......make a path tough for myself as if......its the only last straw........o how to try and win....yes me........this way I go.........only to recalculate my speedy return..........yes I'm back in the realm of freedom of love

Never mind......No mind......I cry out to you.......I'm not the silences.......I'm not the craze......I'm here to win you over......with my winsome fussilade .....Of starry dreams. Yes I'm herenow........In these paper anthems.......yet unsung.....songs of furorely finesse......I'm unsure of my laughter yet.........but makes no reason to cry........I'm being here for Us.....Yes I'm sure of that sorely.........I'm being here for us........I'm sure of that sorely.......I'm being easy to succeed........but I'm more to it than preempt feeling gone awry......Being........Just for you.........

Nirmohi

सर्वप्रिय निरमोही की दास्ताँ , इन अक्षरों में है समाई।
जब हम जाएँ बिखरें उन कणियों की भांति।
मैं इस अंदाज़ में लिखता हूँ जिस में न है कोई मिलावट।
पर जब यह सवाल सामने आये कि क्या है इन  सब का तात्पर्य स्वर,
तो मैं यही कहूँ कि यह है मेरे दिल की हालत,
बयान करता हूँ किसी बिखरी शायरी की ज़ुबानी।

अब कब तक है यह मुमकिन,कि मैं आपकी समझ के अंदाज़  में अक्षर मरोड़ूं । एक झुण्ड है जो ख्यालों का, गुज़रता जा रहा घोड़ों की तरह। यही कहूँगा,.... यूँ मेरे ख्यालों की कहानी.... गुम है कहीं ..... 

Healing

Damning these discoveries.....we step ahead.....into unknown paths..........vistas that are yet to be trodden........leaving these realms......we let go of forgone frozen needs......souls that are not yet to be set free by the time...........I invent all these crass expressions.........only to see what I'm made of......a little confusion does me in,.......I'm over the top from here......I'm meant to be.......I could not go on even if I tried hard..........but then You're always there for me.......I don't know how to manage these expressions to make them stay in line.....Good for something......if that's what I'm all about.......I must find what it is I'm able to notch......Health, Happiness....Yes, that's what I want....

Move forward.........into yesterday's entanglements........I'm free.......Freely into the dawn of tomorrow......I train my face......and make a nuance of surrender.......of my corrected endeavours....into the centre of Your Light......a lighted freedom I partake of your wordless wondrous existences...

Waheguru....the more I press....the more I bleed......words ringing in a stuporous silence......I find the magic of your untrainable untried assumptions......that I see freely flying in the maze of my conscience.......I try to home in on my victories..........these untenable feats of frivolities that seem like discoveries.......I need your love to colour and light me inside......I am willing to make a sacrifice of this love to you..........the installments of meaning fused in my words......I try to disdain these efforts....but I'm more than the sum of them all.......

I could dream......I could lie down forever.......never to wake up from these unrealities.......today I'm broken......but soon I mend.......I don't believe in my miseries being endless.....I make the choice.....I try hard to enlighten you of the path........that I've traversed alone......how alone........but now I can't go on making you sad......I'm here to shine my heart......and leave with you this time for sure.........I couldn't go on making us sad any longer....there are ways.......which I believe in I can achieve what you need me to be......I believe in them.....my strength, my Intergrity...........yes, I've achieved whatever it was that I wanted......I don't want more......At least........I can make it back for you..........I don't remember......how it is that you have been loved by me.....My Love

I dream of wayward connections that bind me to you.......somewhere up in the air......demanding the last pieces of flesh from me.......I say your name........Waheguru........I close up and heal these wounds and make a new start....

Shayar

भावों में नहीं यह छलकने देता कि तुम ना होते तो क्या होता । ज़रूर कहता हूँ कि ढूँढता फ़िर रहा हूँ तुम्हें आज कल यहाँ से वहाँ।
बहुत फ़िर चुके हम आज भी। मुकाम अगर आया हो तो यही कहेंगे उससे , कि जब तुम न थे तो घुले थे सभी मतलब इस ज़िन्दगी में। आज जो तुम मिले तो मिट गयी भले है शिद्दत। पर न हम हैं यहां पर, न तुम हो वहां पर।


शायद कोई आया हो सुकून सीधी सड़कों पर चलकर। ज़ब वादियों से आगे, हम सिसकते किरदारों के सवालों की ज़ुबानी यह पूछें की अगर तुम यही चाहते थे , हम ही से है मिलना फिर क्यों न कहा। …यह कहते ही थे  … कि उलट गया जहान जो इंतज़ार की इन्तहाँ  हो चुकी थी।
जब यह कहकर हम गुज़रे तो तलब की इत्तला हो चुकी थी।
फरमा ही देते कि इच्छा से आये, है इच्छा से जाना।
रुखसत न बदले भले ही बदले ज़माना। अगर कह ही देते तो याद आता वो तराना। गाये जा तो बनेगा फ़साना।
तरानों की मुज़्बिल जुबां पर इखलाक न हो तो गाये जा जहां पर.... ।
हमें आ गयी आज शायरी ।
यहां पर ही है दफ़न उन ज़मानों की सोहबत, जिन्हें हम कहते थे मशहरूफ़ियत की ज़ाहिरी ॥ 

Chosen Memory

And memories detaille me......as I join this fresh venture to you......home I am....will always be.....don't give me that tense angst....you always give......here I am....streaming through all......I stream.....into you.....I love.....till all I love......I make it up......to you I make.....I strike a chord....to you.....I strike.....the ease of full throttle....I take care of you.....
I make love to you......I make in my dreams.....I turn you on my bed....I love ......I slide.....I turn .....I side......I  love you.....through and through......
I try and I feel ......I turn and I steal.......your full bloom heart.....I adore......and replace your worries with my strength......until you slide comfortably entwined into my arms.....I stay....I love....your love.....our love.....love love .....blooming heart

Encombined into my compass....there are few stories that require a straight tongue to tell....eschew all flittering glits.....I try and tell  you this....that I may be gone....But I'm not far from home.....I stay close to my chosen.....I love my own.....I believe in myself.....When you feel stressed by interstellar vagaries......I ensconce upon you ......my far folds......I bring you in my clasp near to my heart.....I stay with you.....I do not forgo the matter....I stay close to you....I do stay.....When you try to leave a mark, I may be gone......only to the back end of our minds but never outside.

I have a way which makes me feel this way.....I may not say.....what stays or what may fade one day...but you tell me the way to stay is in the way I say the same with a touch of innocence broken into the freshness of a new day.....I may be far or near....I stay all clear of a stamped riding enigma....I stay where I am until you and I move together in step

Freedom to love.....stone these attachments......collect these feelings in my heart....I'm here....down when alone...I'm here....say no more....I try to taste my fears....I say...you say....we could go on....clarify these feelings....we could go.....but I have to stay.....Never more I want to judge....You look around to me....see what I got.....but there are ways..... in which I suffer.....still and unseen.......    yes.....I free my frumpled thoughts from the quagmire......I try and stay keen on leveling out.....out of here.....but I don't 'cause I can't.....I stay meandering and mum....I create a new significance....I blow up the blowholes....I stay in sight....I wish you would be near in a way that's not all too clear....I could say I'm so into you....Push you over....and into yourself.....I never bear my losses....But I can say I love them to flower.....I try and believe you're the one....my one.....my one and only....I care not to let go now......I believe in better things....I love you....O my Love....the big and the small....I open up my stretched heart....I'm here to make you see......if only believe.....I'm here to make you say.....I'd love you through all that we have seen happening.....and I say I tried but its seen happening here if not elsewhere.....I've the intentions flying around within me.......and I'd love to carry you inside....I've tried to level out.....you've seen....that I've made you see....and you have....I try....if only to stay calm...in these soul worships, these reflections of time.....I'd never want to let you go away from where we stand.....hmm..:\

Once left, thence remembered....

Quiet calls feel me...I'm wrong.....I'm wrong and over in an instant......but I'm here to leave.....in a clever way.....I'm here to leave....I'm here to leave....I'm here.....

I don't want to reach you.....I get destroyed on the way.....I'm here with a message....not my words.....I'm the message.......I'm here to leave.....I say I'm here to stay won't make you pray....not my words.....I'm here to believe a thing or two.......No,.....I may be wrong.....'cause I'm.....I'm here to understand the play....what it is......I could go on.....but you wouldn't mind....why I don't......stay on the path....that's not my decree.....I'm here to make paths where there are none....just to leave.....that way.....just to leave....some way

I won't say....I have everything..... but I stay on the path......I stay..... where I set foot becomes a path....I'm here to love.....who could say these beautiful words.....then put them in mouth.....I don't know where to go....these treasures dry up so fast....I could say more......I could say less.....But I could say the word you want me to say......these words dry up so fast.....this poison/ambrosia of sorts......

I wouldn't desire.....I won't count these words I cast over to you....I cast....In these treasures......I set my heart.....but I can't love what I don't desire...though I'll love what's to love.....I can't say I know the end.....I'm here to leave is all I comprehend.....I'm here to leave....a way that's more...I could stay.....but I won't, I'd love to go.....to eternal going.....these beauties never seem to dry up...

Lovers

Never mind the full flow of these feelings that flow out on the paper........I'm running.....running out of fuel......feeling like running into you.....I try to shape these desires into the components of peace.....I never run far enough to forget you......It is nature to try and forget......I may not know the end of this....but know enough to know these cycles of creation....I try to fade away but never can into the light.......I try but stay on into the nature of changes.....I would like to tell you this.....but I'm old inside....I'm here and now...I would love you to forget my instabilities.....and take me into the nuances of your being......I try to bring it into the nature of love....and feel the natural urge to forgive you all with everything....I try and I succeed.....

Intermediately passing up grievances to you.....O Lord......only to find nothings....nonetheless,.....in my answers.....I fumble....the words I mumble.....I stumble, I crumble to see you inside the vast spaces.....of my innermost existence.....I secure the most able of all queries...to notch up strength and courage to see you shoot through space and time....I try to ensconce this gravity only to return to brevity.....I careen this career into clearness of thought until the spaces encapsulate this wondrous emotion to let it dry till corrosive exhaustion.....the plethora of findings unmatched by time....I fall into you....I clear you out....this wondrous runaway dream.....exposure of closure of wondrous endorsor....this fuming fumigant of transcendental treasure......I try and fail.....but fall into motionless stalls.....I try to entertain this emotion of sorts.....I try but I trail....I cry but I fail....I'm fine but I fall...into your enormity of embrace......I rest in peace.....frozen treasure of fuckless pleasure......I'm satisfied with you inside me.....I'm none but you in spirit and faith....I try but I miss you to touch me and I feel free to please your hisses with the touch of my kisses...

We don't know the end of all miseries......when we don't know nothing ...we seem to know something......we know verily nothing.....we would like to think we know everything.....we can't know the gist....covered up in mist....treat me wrong...we can't get along.....heaven is up there....never here.....never hope for it....it might be down in the dumps......never have fear......its bound to drear.....feel never crumpled.....you're over in a frumple.....heaven knows my words...the're here to stay....I'm here to leave...I know that's real.....got to go home....its here yet far......don't want to carry on.....I don't have that long......don't push me.....I don't want to talk....I'm just cleaning me out on this paper book.....I just want to say.....I'm here to leave.....just say,.....I was never meant to pray...

Sadness |

I derive no pleasure....but I find nothing more pleasurable than sadness....It opens up my possibilities.

Reverence clogs up my heart.....years of unsaid discoveries....frozen....forgotten......but much not forgiven you.....until now.....My eyes...open the floodgates.....of my reservoir of sadness.....to them......I owe all.....my saviors.....Finding it easy....I let them reveal....Fears don't bind me to you....but Light....My Divinity....My Love.

Freedom from the angels of heaven....leaves me stalking death up close to the edge of the existence ...leaves me suffering in the night......feeling free from nervous crackling that meanders in the unknown valleys of my level mind....careening into the abysses of darkness....I love your darkness
I burn your darkness...till you & I are free in my darkness....till I cajole you into my embraces of love....and adore you.....body and soul.....I love you and make love to you....I melt into you and make you mine forever

Love me into the abysses of darkness.... the more I try....the more I fall....never succeed until you say so.....I try to level out....but you suggest otherwise.....I'm happy I try to  forget nothing you ever taught me to love......I face the outcomes with unequaled zest and lie enthralled to the effect of understanding these plays of light.....I try to forgive all nuances ....all around me.....but I try to set right the scores.....I try not to try at all....I fill the countless jars of this sounding instrument with the water of kindness and understanding, but never to the point of changing the tone....I trial my errors on the count of my love for forgiveness......I stand firm in my times of leisure to safely let you know..... I'm home