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  • English parts of ShuvoGrontho - 2008, one of the Bilingual Literatures from underdeveloped societies - the unheard songs (other parts may be found at http://shuvogrontho.blog.com AND at http://shuvogronthona.blog.com) - PART - 4

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    ShuvoGrontho, one of the English Literatures from underdeveloped societies - the unheard songs (other parts may be found at http://shuvogrontho.blog.com AND at http://shuvogronthona.blog.com)

    The Dedication is to the Graciousness of the Almighty Creator who blessed us with so many blesses like the Eternal Maternity and the Souls sharing and caring for the salvation of all the beings


    Ethica (a child family member of us) left us, on 30.06.2011, suffering with meningitis. Ma was injured on 19.03.2009 (12:30-1:30 pm), with something blunt, on her face (as the spots can be located in the photo even after 10 days of her miraculous recovery from that fatal injury) ‘through faltering while shopping’ at Kallyanpur Natun bazar, Dhaka; and consequentially, becoming weaker, left us on 11.07.2011 THIS BLOG IS POSTED TO COMMEMORATE THEM AND MANY OTHERS LEAVING THIS EARTH IN AN UNNATURAL/UNEXPECTED/UNTIMELY MANNER.

    Other parts, including the illustrative Mandala-art-works, may be found at http://shuvogrontho.blog.com AND at http://shuvogronthona.blog.com


    Prelude of the presenter and copyright owner

    He came and gave some of the art-works for preserving and serving to the extent possible. He spoke, as simple like anyone, about some of the inclinations about those art-labours, and about the dedication line. Close to those inclinations the preparations were done to serve them in a frame before you. (He is S.A.K.M. Shamsul Hauque, the author of the following literary-art works). And the way all these grew, you knew too, as that’s nothing new to be known by few.

    May this bilingual presentation bridge the positive souls and minds, of different landscapes of the very same earth, that find anywhere in the life-flow the promises and ties to grow and let others grow.

    The Parabola and The Mundane Songs were inclined to be spread through the book like parts of the main canvas. and The Monadics, Uni-Meditation, to be in booklet form. He revived some of the Drvidian drawings of collective-meditation or Mandala-chitra (contained in Uni-Meditation) and requested all to search for the others, samples of that collection were also inclined to be presented in booklets. There are episodes or parts in Bangla which were kept as it were for the sake of serving and preserving the art-works in their original form. All the art works of this Art-collection have been served in the original communicative languages of their formation and none of them are translated or transformed from themselves or from any other art-works so far it is known to the original Art-labourer/writer and to the presenter of this collection. So, to taste all the art-works of this book, the readers have to possess adequate fluency in both Bangla and English or may require to take assistance of authentic literary-translators, until the writer himself has translated them. Concerning aesthetic value of these art-labours, we like to quote from one of the statements of the Art-labourer/writer of this book– “Art-works are but the spectrum of the reality of the distinguish time-space-force playing through the prism of the Art-labourer/writer. So Art-labourer/writer deserves very minimum of the appreciations or criticisms for the art-work, though the labour and/or care for the art-labour or creativity is not beyond appreciations or criticisms. In fact it’s merely a way of sharing, like that of a farmer sharing his/her labour of producing grains for others as well.” All the literary and other types of art-labours came from one person whose intended name-sign letters are printed as Shv. He thinks that names are but merely the way of indication of a being, so he preferred the art-labours to be known in that way. His fingerprints are printed in the book for the sake of preventing the art-labours from any type of illegal or misrepresented claim or use. Purchasing this collection, you gain only the right to collect and taste the art-labours as they are. This gives you no right of reproduction of any kind other than for academic and humanitarian purposes. Persons interested for any other types of use or reproduction are requested to strictly comply with the Copyrights Laws and are advised to contact with the copyright-holder at the specified contact.

    In relation to the lots of spelling and grammatical errors, more specifically in The Parabolas, we apologize and assure you that very soon there will be a comparatively error-free version for your collection. And here we like to recall the theorems “In this world full of errors nothing but the Creator alone is above the limitations of errors” and that, “NIHIL SIMUL INVENTUM EST ET PERFECTUM”.

    Anyway, this collection is presented for the consideration, of the minds who remind and keep in mind, that the alternative to reading and writing is to read and write. O yes, one more personal message for all concerned – probably one international law requiring any film or document or drawing. concerning the persons or beliefs of reverence to any community, to be approved by the proper authority of that community, would suffice to close the door of hell that is causing many losses through conflicts arising out of religious or other types of beliefs.

    The contents of this blog was printed in February, 2008 and has been placed online since then. Those earlier versions can be found at http://shuvogrontho.informe.com

    As to any sort of interest including those of re-publication or for the purpose of collecting the Bangla (Bengali) parts or for collecting the drawings on joint-meditation, you are cordially requested to please contact at -

    01199182983@sms.citycell.com – Short messages/e-mails up to 40 characters only.

    E-contacts- Moiinak@asiamail.com

    sainteagle@hotmail.com myworldhome@hotmail.com myworldhome@voila.fr

    THE BOOK STARTS WITH

    THIS VERSE FROM THE HOLY Al-Qur’an

    “Say: Allah is the One and Only everywhere; Allah, the Eternal, the Absolute; ………” Al-Qur’an, 112.001-2 [Al-Ikhlas (Sincerity)]

    Parabola- 1. The sun sets to set away – it’s the way days give way to the nights, it’s the way always all through the ways that the darks mingle up with the lights. The lonely kite on its end-day flight is searching for – a search for something to grip either-or. See the trees, see the clouds, sees the sky and sees the boy without toy and whose eyes rise like ever high. Sees the boy, and he sees the trees and the clouds, the flights of the kites and the sky that takes so high to wash off the pains of gains of a lonely sigh of the fatherless child growing up with his mother’s care, though he himself is not much shared by others, but by his mother, he learns to share. Running here and there the child went not wild though he went to wilds that harness the harshness of life into a light so soft and mild. From the wild, the tiny child learns too how to wash off the mundane pains and the lonely sighs. The tiny child’s mind and eyes browse through the colours of life and through the skies, the trees and clouds and the colours of the sun do the things that otherwise would have been never done. The trees and clouds, sun-rays and the skies tell him an endless tale of life free from the undue mundane lies. The green leaves, hasty clouds and the playing sunrays all over the sky, binds up the tiny mind and mother-earth with the unseen forever-tie. The tiny mind gets the best ways to find the life as life in a time and space that seems to him not so kind. The sun sets away far a way to bear in mind – the tiny boy and the praising calmness of his sight that the sun leaves behind. The mundane charm of the warmth of a calm working Mom at the end of the day when the sunrays begin to blur, comes to her the time to pray for some from an endless sum of the eternal some. Mom, O! Mom, tired of works, but ever so calm, Mom, O! Mom, singing to her kids the holy verses and some of the psalms. Mom! a Mom, likened by the kids like the moonlit nights and the stars that blur off with the firsts of daylights. Mom, the Mom, the heavenly grace that the kids brought with them from the heaven, the grace without which the life could not be thought. Mom, a Mom, who sums up some and many of the some of life-sums. Mom, the Mom, tired of works but even then too calm. Mom, the Mom, who breeds the creed, feeds and leads them to the holy some. Mom, the Mom, breeds the kids – so need to feed them up – so works so long. Mom, the Mom, lead the creeds, seed them up, to sing the life’s lovely song. Mom, the Mom, the working Mom, the warmth of love and the kids’ innocence-charms at the end of the day give her the power to forgive and to give the best mundane things to pray to have in the life all the ways. Mom, the Mom, the working Mom, tired but calm at the end of a workful day, does not sway anyway to lead her kids in the moves through the life’s days of the busy ways.

    Mom, the Mom, now old and aged and caged in two tiny rooms, waits for the breeze to bridge the memories’ chime that faded with time. Faded ? Or graded with the waves that pave the phases of faces in mundane graces ? The Mom’s stone-faced face graces the traces of mundane graces. “Mom, O! Mom, O! my Mom! The eternal face, Mom, O! Mom, O! my Mom! The Creator’s best mundane grace. Mom, O! Mom, O! the Mom! Closing the eyes, the face I can see. Mom, O! Mom, O! my Mom! Creator’s best gift only for me.” The children-rhyme with the best chime of time that belongs to none but all who can feel and still can hear the childhood call. The children’s rhymes with sublime-chimes’ wave through times -“Mom, O! Mom, O! my Mom! The eternal face, Mom, O! Mom, O! my Mom! The Creator’s best mundane grace. Mom, O! Mom, O! the Mom! Closing the eyes, the face can see all. Mom, O! Mom, O! my Mom! Creator’s best gift for us all.”

    The sun sets to set away – it’s the way days give way to the nights, it’s the way always all through the ways that the darks mingle up with the lights. The lonely kite on its end-day flight is searching for – a search for something to grip either-or. See the trees, see the clouds, sees the sky and sees the boy whose eyes rise and live ever high. Rise the eyes through the skies to see beyond and within – the shall, will, are, is, am and been.

    “……..Fear Allah, and hearken not to the unbelievers and the hypocrites; verily Allah is full of knowledge and wisdom. But follow that which comes to you by inspiration from your Creator: because Allah is well-acquainted with all that you do…..” Sura Al Ahzab or The Confedarates , The Holy Al-Qur’an

    Parabola -1a

    Sky, O Sky , O holy Sky , tell to all the root-cause of all the pains and sighs that comes but was not seen by the eyes of the child who was mild with the love of the mother-soul of the eternal goal to breed the seed of the creed to a holy goal of sharing and caring for all as a whole, in spite of the brutal facts and acts she had to face through out the life and the toll she had to pay in many ways of the nights and days of the darks that spark to jerk and shake not to remake but to break the real-form and to deform the real values and norms of the creed to proceed to the positive goal which confirms that the creed as a whole is but one to breed the seeds bound by the needs crust that must be broken for the seed to be free and to become the tree of blooming-spree to grow and flow the flowers of growers who are the pure souls of the best of the mundane-goals that don’t want to fight but work for light of the souls to work through the creative goals and to partake in the life that the Holy Soul wanted to make where nobody take more than that they may make out of work which don’t spark or jerk the pure souls neither shake to deform the pure souls’ real form to turn into an evil or a sear soul deviated from the goal that was implanted by the Holy Soul within the pure souls to reach the goals of the fusion of the creation that never ends but may bend to mend the wounds of the rounds of bounds of the negative force that try to endorse the evil trends by the bends of the sparks and jerks to shake not to remake but to break the real-form and to deform the real values and norms of the creed to proceed to the positive goal that was implanted within the pure souls.

    Sky, O Sky, O holy Sky, tell to all the root-cause of all the pains and sighs that comes out of the causes that see not the eyes of the child who was mild with the love of the mother-soul of the eternal goal to breed the seed of the creed to a holy goal of sharing and caring for all as a whole. Sky, O Sky, O holy Sky, tell the pure souls of goals not to sigh or cry but to unite through out the sites of seen and unseen lights and to try to locate and placate the broken souls to not allow any more sear-souls to derail from the real humane-mundane-goals. Sky, O Sky, O holy Sky, tell the pure souls of goals not to sigh or cry but to unite through out the sights and sites and to try to ignite the holy lights of the holy days and nights within the evil souls derailed from the real mundane- humane-goals.

    “I hear this morning making a call - We salute the dignified way to be united to rise, to preserve and to be just like the truth that never fall. Like ever, the nation is one and together, WE ALL.”

    • Princess Justicia and her countrymen.

    The calmness of the palms of the Mother who sought them into being and brought them up in the rings of things and beings to grow and let others grow as human beings working to trace the grace for the race of the races and thereby to place the lights of the sights that were endowed by the One who has ordained to bow before none but only before that One who has created and seated the things into being and had formed the rings of the things and beings that together forms the universe being and becoming through and by the things and beings waiting for the finest of the parabola rings that might free the things and beings from the pains of the chains that give not the gains to the forms nor develop the norms of the forms to a higher phase of the cosmic nights and days mingled with the rays of the darks and lights that may or may not be seen by all the sights of the lights and darks to receive and perceive the lights and darks that spark through and to the darkest sparks of the darks when they can not be regained to do the due that they were ordained to be done by the holiest One who is the none someone and the One who is many in One who created everyone and every one of the things forming the rings of the things and beings being and becoming now and then every when since the eve of the time when was formed the first of the chimes of the sublimes of the existence and non-existence that were destined for the earliest forms of the norms that could make the storms of the things and beings form the non-being to the rings of the things and beings and then may turn again to the chain of norms that deform the forms to reform or not to form in those forms following the same norms that were normed within the earliest norm of the forms to reform or to deform those unable to reform them out of the darkest sparks they are carrying in and thereby carrying in the sparks into the rings of the beings and things.

    Mother who shared and taught to share with all of the races of the holy creeds of the holy seed every bit of the graces for the races to preserve the seeds of the creeds passing through the chains of the needs that are but part of the norms of the forms being and becoming to and from the forms and norms that they are made of or for the norms and forms of the storms of the cosmic flow that grows and flows through and to the high and lows of the sky where nothing is high or low and neither slow but to shape their being into becoming to bring in the ever most perfect ring of the timely chime of sblime that they use to sing since the eve of the time they were into the world of the things and beings and which were ordained and were coded for the doors of the source-codes of the holiest codes to form the best of the norms to form and to reform the forms and norms whenever they may have been deformed by the darkests of the sparks that bites and hurts the other forms or norms due to their inborn defect of the norms to form themselves for reaching the goals by playing the roles that they were ordained to play since the first ray before the rounds of sounds could be found in the womb of time that made the first of its chimes to load the source-codes that are ordained by the One who is for all again for none who deforms the norms of the forms or norms that were formed and were set as the source-code of the core of mores and force before the first storm of the beings to form the rings of things and beings to bring in the seeds to breed the creed of the being with the most proper pace to grow and let others grow and flow through the stream of the things and beings that are becoming for the coming times to pass through and to reach up to the goals they are destined as forms or to be deformed by the forces of the deformed norms who force other to be deformed and to spark out their inborne forces through the courses of mal-forces that were not designed in the discourses of the source-codes of the norms to form and to reform the things and beings to develop themselves and all to a newer phase to face the newer plane of becoming to be a part of the coming time to remain together even in that plane and to proceed more to a newer time and to ensure the eternal knot of the dots and thoughts and spots of time that to be passed by them and to reach the newer plane of the sublime passing through the blooming time that is also being and becoming now and then to and from many when of the time raining the gains to get rid of the undue chains and pains that deforms the norms and forms of all the forms or norms existing in the world of the beings or non-beings that are also part of the rings of things and beings that came into being since the eve of the time and are developing to and from the newer phases of the pace of the race of the creeds to preserve to grow and flow the seeds and to breed the seeds of creeds to trace and face the needs to grow and flow through the courses of the time and to carry the source-codes’ chimes to the newer phase of sublime and forms that bring out and preserve the forms and norms to grow and flow and to follow the destined chain of the source-codes to bring in the best of the things and beings out of their forms and to preserve and bear in the norms that were ordained for their creed to breed and seed the creed and, to the newer phase, to sow and grow and flow and to contain the seeds to a newer plane of sublime and thereby to maintain the chain of being and becoming of the things to ensure that the best of the things are preserved and grown up to the next cosmic-plane to ensure the creative chain of the things of being and becoming as per the earliest of the ordained source-codes and to maintain pace as per the newer cosmic-planes to sustain and contain the gains through the pains and chains as may be found in the nature of the Mother mundane.

    “Naibā stree Nā pumaneshnā choibaŷong nopunshākh

    Jod Jochchhorirmadolte tēn tēn sā rakhsnyatē.” – Shetashwatar Upanishad, 5/10

    [And this spirit of life is of neither sex, nor is either or other sex,

    Due to the works, having distinguished figures, gains the gains and pains therewith.]

    Parabola- 2.

    The Conch-shell rang the bell to tell the tale of millions years of tales that tell about gains of love and pains of fears. The Conch-shell spheres the spirals in and out but not to bend the spiral that rounds in many but to be one at the end. Conch-shell ! Tell the tales of the brightest way to the slightest ray to carry in the rays that rise the way that for ever been in the waves and the dots that the sights seldom slight out through the flights of lights. Conch-shell ! Tell the tale of millions mundane-years after years of love, gains and pains bound by the ropes of hopes, and torn by the fierce spears of fears and tears. Conch-shell ! spiral in and out but never bend but mend the millions rounds of bounds to be one at the end.

    Conch-shell, tell the tale of the bluest sky – the sea of lights flying high, the light-sea that the eyes never see though they too fly in that sky which is azurite in spite of its own belonging-less-ness. The sky that reminds the “I” about the ways the things came into beings out of nothingness. The sky that plays the rays to play the plays of the conch-shell’s many-one ring that says the ways how the first-most things came into being. Conch-shell, tell the tales of seas, rivers and streams that stream in and out of all in their mundane streams of dreams that dream to be in the dreams of the sublime light’s streams to bright up the flights of the highest sights.

    Conch-shell – the tale that’s forever to tell. Not so bright and not so dim. Nor like stream or a dream. Not so loud nor so low, but enough to flow for ever to grow on the window-panes or in the dens with the senses of the thinnest lenses of hence and thence. Not so low nor so high, but enough to fly in an endless sky of beings to bring in the rings that spiral in and out but never bend to mend many ways’ round that to be found as one at the end. Conch-shell, tell the tale that’s yet to tell – the tale that’s too old again so new, the tale that tells of the things that all do to tell the tales that are in them, us and you.

    Conch-shell, tell the tale of the greenest leaves that live through the ages of beliefs that relieve none yet do live and believe in the beliefs that leave none and relieve all to relive. Tell the tales that forever tell the sweetest chimes of the times that make the times’ timeless rhymes in sublimes. Tell the tale that never fell in any mundane facts or dreams, but flows in all like a water-fall, river or stream. Tell the tale that tells the tales of the tales that wave low and high like the sea or the sky, or, like the sky or the sea pave the waves and dots of the brightest spots of the sky’s flights all through the sea that very few may see. Conch-shell, tell the tale that tells the tales of the ways we may and should do the things that are yet to do, tale that tells the tale of being and becoming of them, us and you. Tell the tales to bring the things to the beings’ rings that spiral within and without in and out but never bend or mend the many-way-round that’s to be found to be but one at an endless end to which all tends to bend.

    Conch-shell, tell the tale that never fell, tell them the Conch-shell-tale that’s for all for ever to tell.


    There Lies a World Hidden, # Mysterious, unknown, and forbidden. # Where dwells entities with technologies beyond our comprehension, # And knowledge kept hidden from us, in this other dimension. # Will the truth ever be revealed? Earthly forces of power and greed want forever sealed, # Forbidden knowledge for warfare to wield. # When humankind understands, # To use the knowledge acquired from these strange lands. # For the benefit of humankind, # Then entrance into their world we will find.” There Lies a World Hidden -Frank Scassellatii

    Parabola- 46.

    Sky, O Sky , O holy Sky , tell to all the root-cause of all the pains and sighs that comes but was not seen by the eyes of the child who was mild with the love of the mother-soul of the eternal goal to breed the seed of the creed to a holy goal of sharing and caring for all as a whole, in spite of the brutal facts and acts she had to face through out the life and the toll she had to pay in many ways of the nights and days of the darks that spark to jerk and shake not to remake but to break the real-form and to deform the real values and norms of the creed to proceed to the positive goal which confirms that the creed as a whole is but one to breed the seeds bound by the needs crust that must be broken for the seed to be free and to become the tree of blooming-spree to grow and flow the flowers of growers who are the pure souls of the best of the mundane-goals that don’t want to fight but work for light of the souls to work through the creative goals and to partake in the life that the Holy Soul wanted to make where nobody take more than that they may make out of work which don’t spark or jerk the pure souls neither shake to deform the pure souls’ real form to turn into an evil or a sear soul deviated from the goal that was implanted by the Holy Soul within the pure souls to reach the goals of the fusion of the creation that never ends but may bend to mend the wounds of the rounds of bounds of the negative force that try to endorse the evil trends by the bends of the sparks and jerks to shake not to remake but to break the real-form and to deform the real values and norms of the creed to proceed to the positive goal that was implanted within the pure souls.

    Sky, O Sky, O holy Sky, tell to all the root-cause of all the pains and sighs that comes out of the causes that see not the eyes of the child who was mild with the love of the mother-soul of the eternal goal to breed the seed of the creed to a holy goal of sharing and caring for all as a whole. Sky, O Sky, O holy Sky, tell the pure souls of goals not to sigh or cry but to unite through out the sites of seen and unseen lights and to try to locate and placate the broken souls to not allow any more sear-souls to derail from the real humane-mundane-goals. Sky, O Sky, O holy Sky, tell the pure souls of goals not to sigh or cry but to unite through out the sights and sites and to try to ignite the holy lights of the holy days and nights within the evil souls derailed from the real mundane- humane-goals.

    Parabola- 47.

    Together, we arranged very few of the things as they are.

    Together, we work for a future yet to be better.

    We bear with some of the things as they are.

    Together, we work for a better time to come here and there.

    The thorns of scorns and mourns that we do not need for the sake of or for the needs of the seeds of the creed that breed not the grids of greed to lead nowhere but to ashes caused by the sores of the core-mores that splashes throughout the history to show all the most proper ways throughout the ways to the ways towards the rays of the souls of goals who could reach and sometime preached the lights of the souls of lights that rarely fight but for the rights of them and of others who need to be cared for from the perspective of any of the either or that choir us to chorus of the internal lights towards the eternal light containing the source of the course of the source-codes of the cores of mores and the lights and rights of time-space sites containing force of all of the forms to perform the norms that may be needed to form a rightful path in the aftermath of the birth of the souls to reach their goals and to play the rightful roles that may not toll the unjust pains from them or from others of the path that do not reverse nor perverse the courses of the forces of which they all were made and about which the holy Soul forbade the shoals of souls and the pure souls to proceed on the way as that may take back to the days of the past full of the bloods and tears and fears caused by the greed and lust of some deformed souls that toll on others for their wrongful needs and greed nd misdeeds that lead nowhere but to ashes caused by the sore of core-more that splashes throughout the tree of history line of time-space ground and are found to cause many to be fined and which remind that every form may be deformed so needs to be reformed and that not only the deformed forms but also the deformed norms may cause cata-storms that break the breaking points and joints of the forms and the norms that remained or gained and even lost from the earlier norms of the things and beings in the process of the becoming of the space-time and the becoming of the chime of time that may be right or may be wrong to bring in and sing the rightful songs of that time to pave the waves of rightful thoughts throughout the spots of the lots of the lots that are but the dots through the time-space-line of the nine of the rings of the things and beings bound in the round of the things that may or may not be found by the minds and eyes that see through the seas of lights and that seldom fight each other due to the plights not caused by the souls’ lights but by the earlier unjust fights or wrongful uses of the might not to enlighten the beings or things that bring us rightful gains of grains and brains without unjust pains of unjust chains and grows and flows the moths of Thoth and the rightful prime-most thoughts that serve the lots of spots to come out of the sores of mores that the wrongful minds try to ignore out of the tense of ignorance of the light that they too bear within their selves which became but elves in that time-space as the time and space was occupied or burnt by the darks or sparks of the darks of the darkest sores of mores that may be caused by the deformed mores of their core-thoughts or may be because of the deformed forms of the norms of the source-codes of their mores which may be deformed due to the works of the negative forces of the courses through which that source-code went because as time spent the things change too in the worlds around and within the bound of the mind that may or may not be found by the normal minds and eyes that see through the seas of lights that the darks try to seize to increase its own space in the time-space of that space-time and that is the eternal chime of the holiest verse of the universe – the unique-most rhyme of the holy verse, becoming out of the paces and races through space-time of the things and beings, and of the souls playing their roles in the very same game with different names and frames of the forms and norms of the darks and sparks and lights that are sometime angled in the ways as to be entangled in the fights of the lights with the sparks of darks and such fights may or may not leave the marks for the future time to locate and to placate the errors to cure themselves from the sores of the mores or course to achieve the force that brings the ways out through out the nights and days of the rays and darks mingled to make the jingle of life but not to cause strife for themselves or for others to allow the mars to march through the doors of mores or force or through the norms or forms but to play the rays that shows the rightful ways for all not to befall the curse that are contained in the verses or the adverse or reverse verses of the none someone who created the holiest verse that was formed in the days bygone but remain in the dens of the minds and make their way out when out of pains of unjust chains and through the dots of thoughts or spurs of whispers or nails of yells or anything that brings out their faith and trust that justice is as must as the faith to remain in its form intact and to come to become facts in fact and to react with the tact that the rightful souls may need to contain and maintain to breed the seed of the creed of lights that rarely fight but to protect and correct the errors that may come from the mayhems of the games of various names that were played by the darks and sparks coming out of the sores of the cores of the mores that may be caused by the grids of the needs and greed but to be sure are actually subject to cure through the process of the holy and mundane grace that may not be found as they too are bound by the grounds of space-time and sometimes covered by the wrong chimes that brings the pains and burns in each of the turns out of the hell that would not fell otherwise on this mundane life to cause more strife and pains of chains and unjust pains for the creeds and seeds of the creeds that race for the traces of graces to maintain paces in the race of the races to maintain pace of the race without causing pain for them or any and to show the grace of those ways through thought-rays how the holy One made the first one to become many in the forms of norms and norms of forms that may deform through passing through the time-space and through the race to find the place of the grace to trace the grace to maintain paces of different phases and to face the life face to face not to fight but to embrace and grace with the depths and lengths of strengths of the light that ignite the lights towards the ways of the light and to pave the waves of millions of minions who also bear in the light but rarely unite to prepare and to dare to mark the spots of dark sores of mores and norms of the forms and to fight through the sites by the light’s sparkling with the sparks of darks of the forms and norms and to settle more and more of the proper mores to say to the dark sores – “Enough is enough and proceed no more as we have tolerated too much of unjust pains caused by your mind-sores and dark-grid of the greed and lust and now justice is must to maintain the belief that we bear in our mind and that we find through the best of the ways that never sways but ignites rays to the best ways to bring the best times out of the sublime-chimes that come out of the space-time to ensure and to make sure that all be relieved of the pains of the unjust chains and pains and contain the belief in the sights and rights and lights of the holiest someone none who shows the ways to the many-in-one to accomplish the things that is to be done to contain and maintain belief.”. And if they say that ‘we do not have any belief’, be sure as am I that that is a lie and tell –“Well usually we don’t tell but as we do have our belief so we place this leaf before you to be considered by your mind and by the wisest of you that you may find as we want to contain and maintain all in this race of life contained and maintained in vast grounds of time-space that may or may not be found by you although surely your elders knew that we all became many one out of the one who was formed by the holy One dictating us to contain and maintain all without unjust pains and strife of life and to get rid of the unjust chains and pains that we find to bind the light of our soul as that too hinder our ways to the holiest Soul who ordained us to contain and to maintain the proper paces through the time-spaces through which we may go and has also ordained us not to bow before any even if many but to pray and bow before the hole Soul who has bestowed us with our goals and roles and to pass through the time by containing all and not to fall with the things that brings pains or chains on us.” and say in chorus “That is the way of the first and have lasted and yet do last as that is destined to ever last.” And convey them this leaf, of someone’s belief as already have been said, to make them realize and hope that they may be able to get into it to know their selves and to reach the goals towards their souls, and say – “See, this is only one of the leaves of the jungle of mores and doors and forces that took birth out of and endorse and reinforce the core belief of the mores and force in the holy doors leading to the purest and wisest of the brave living in the holy cave wherein we too live and pray and wherein play the lights with lights coming out of lights and to bring out lights out of the own-soul’s lights that rarely fight but to contain and maintain the Belief and this is only one leaf of the vast tree of the brave waves of the sea of lights that you may or may not see but which remains in each and every planes of time-space of this sea of light that we all live within and also contain in like an eternal chain not to bind but to find proper places in the races of the races to maintain paces and locate the best of the graces of the sights and rights and lights that we all contain like a chain and as that’s the best way to maintain pace in this mundane race of the races to ensure paces with the time-space and to contain and maintain all of us as was ordained by the holy One to contain and maintain the pace of the race and to contain and maintain the sites of sights and rights of the lights that rarely fight but to save the light and ensued lights and to ignite lights out of lights through out the sites as may need the time-space in its pace of the race to locate the grace of the holiest One who formed the very first one out of none and caused to grow into many one containing the raining of training to become many-in-one and to maintain the holy order of the paces and phases of the races of the races through time-space full of lights that rarely fight but are containing the mores and force of the cores of mores of the source-code of the doors of the many of the mores that contain in and are contained in the lights’ sea that you may or may not see due to the sores of pains and chains that may be caused to you through the darks and sparks of mundane strife of life although this sea of light remains in all the planes of time-space and in all the phases of the life’s holy verse that you may find throughout our or your universe – the unique most verse of the holy One who made the very first one out of none to become, as we now are, many one but contained in one sea of lights coming from and moving to the holy Soul who caused to ignite and causes by the holy light to enlighten the sites through the lights and rights and rightful might of the holy Light who ordained to contain and to maintain the paces throughout the time-spaces so that all remain and contain the Belief to maintain all without pains on souls or bodies or brains and, though rarely, have allowed the lights to fight for the continuance of the holy lights of the trinity of dignity and justice and security to ensure peace to contain and maintain the sea of lights that may or may not shine bright but remains in all the sites of sights and even in the darkest-planes of time-spaces wherein remains the container and the contained of the lights wherefrom derived and is maintained our belief giving birth to a jungle of billions of trillions leaves originated from and netted within the very same belief, of those leaves this is only one leaf and as already told that we have got a manifolds jungle, and now it’s for you to decide and guide yourselves either to mingle or to entangle.”

    Parabola -48

    Live in the leaves that believe to live and to relieve the sight of the third eyes towards the skies that did not melt the horizon-belt though felt the real causes of the pauses and of the ‘laws’ for and of the ‘POW’s who are young and old and are bought and sold like the cattle won or lost without battle but for only to ‘tame’ in the game and by the name of the ‘war-lord’s who never fight amongst themselves except for the speech fights in the blame-games that they sometimes play to pass their time without the chime of sublime and as per their ‘laws’ it’s no crime even to cause millions or more to be lost, in the desert or frost, for some sort of ‘sport’ or for the grids of greed’s paradigm of the nonsense time that has lost itself like the naughty-elf that has lost its way in the alpine range and then try to avenge for its errors through causing terrors by beating in the bushes here and there and there is no magic mirror on the way to come and say – “Listen and stop. Hey ! Hey ! you angry elf! Look at you and know thyself. Beating in the bushes can not really disprove that really you’ve lost yourself from the leaves of beliefs of the cores and doors of mores who care for all small or tall, and have taught us all many things about the rings of the things of the force of mores to find the doors and to trace the rays of the past and the coming ways out within and without but with due care not for only few but for all the big or small who care for and share with all. But for now, you know how you have lost yourself and your ways in different ways. And now, please have a look at yourself to find you as the mirror’s elf . See and compare thee, compared with the works and greatness of you in the past times, you are now playing only to pass the time as a pass-time and beating the bushes without knowing thyself, and the mirror says that you are nothing but a crazy elf depriving the soul and missing the goal and thereby loosing itself is becoming nothing but a naughty or pass-time elf.”

    In fact and as a matter of fact of the facts that act and interact with and in themselves most of us, the elves and the millions of minions of this time of pass-time time without the chime of sublime are too like a tiny monad of this bad time’s angry elf who knows not but has lost itself . Now as the way out within or without there are no neither-nor or either-or except self-realization’s magic mirror.

    THE MONADICS

    1. The farthest you Surely knew The smells of the greenest morning-dew !

    2a. Mundane ties! Don’t say lies, As lies bring pains and tears and sighs.

    2b. Am I of this time ! Or, the time is mine ! Can I drink and flow in the life’s holy wine ?!

    3. Is it my name ! Or, only a frame ! Who’s the one who came for them ?

    4. Could we rather, wait to gather The parts of the lost ‘we’ all together ?! Should we rather, haste to gather The parts of the lost ‘we’ all together ?!

    5. See ! my thoughts too are not mine ! As is the sun and its shine !

    6. Have we not Forever brought The feathers of the wings to fly for a lot !

    7. The olds and the new But only a few Are amongst all who may claim for a due.

    8. What else we may say Can we ever pay The rightmost thoughts in a perfect way !

    9. O! the penniless saint! I beg to give you a cent, And you please pay me the cent percent finest scent !

    10. O! my nearest one, Never tell anyone That you too knew someone none.

    11. Had I been Out or in The body you saw – ‘black, lin and thin’.

    12. The endless time In its own paradigm Dances with the chime of its prime-most mime!

    13. You all, and mine Are but dots of a line That ends to a circle of the 9.

    14. The numbers are Near and far. Numbers give births, numbers mar.

    15. Should I say The way I may ? The way that knew but crew not they !

    16. The best thoughts we preach Could never reach The mindless mindful coarsest speech !

    17. What’s the pace Of time-space, To win or ruin the endless race ?

    18. Here, you see the time in you, Playing in a way that you too knew.

    19. Feel my touch and listen to the sublime song ! See, I’m being you without doing any wrong !

    20. So long you care for others too, Goes not wrong what you do.

    21. Feel, taste, listen and see This is you, they, she, he and me.

    22. I’m the ‘me’ that you never feel or see, As the drops of the sea cannot see the other parts of the very same sea.

    23. But I bring the mundane songs to sing Till it’s the time for the parabola-ring.

    24. “Frighten not but bright up and light up the ways always. That’s the way to ray the race.” – said the sage of the age.

    25. One in none, You are the one None someone to bind the bonds of Many in One.

    26. The way we do, Know you too, Shall we grow But to sow and flow.

    27. I didn’t sing to you, the loneliest songs Of the wrongs cherished to sing the mundane-songs.

    28. Shall we not bring the songs yet to sing ? Will the moon shine up the golden ring !!

    29. Be not proud. See the cloud – showering gains of rains but sounds not loud.

    30. I’ll be there too, as I am here and there had been And I’ll share with all the lights my self is bearing in.

    31. Don’t be late. Bate the fate, And get through the gate albeit.

    32. Neither against him, nor for him. We work but for all-one theme.

    33. They-you-me We all shall see The sea that flowed in The sea of they-you-we and me.

    34. No sounds in these crowds No prides left for the prouds. No other mights can get these lights No other brightness can bring these sights.

    35. Not the things they bring Not the songs they sing Nor the wisest priest or king Can bring the Parabola-ring.

    36. I will do, as do they and you too, Something old but looking to be new.

    37a. Tell them all that, I never shy or sigh Being blamed down for the works so high.

    37b.

    When we are one in many, then we may be weaker than any, But when we are many in one, be sure to be weak to none.

    38. Did they come but to blame Not your self, but the name ?

    39. Beware more of the sore that some have in mind. Beware more of the sore of that some as they may bite behind.

    40. I was none in the crowd that proud for The either or, or neither nor.

    41. The sky went up in the sky The sky of the skies that could not fly. Sky showed up the way to the sky For the skies who wished to fly.

    42. The light in the minds, or the lights in the brains ! The loves in the hearts, or the loves come with the spring rains of gains ! Forgot not he anywhen the lights of loves coming out of the hard-earned grains !

    43. Splendid love for a candid soul, Love for those who reached the goal ! Loveliest are the souls who care for the whole.

    44. Split not, split not! O! holy souls. Stay together like the waves of the life-sea that altogether forever rolls. Roll, and roll, and never rock each other in the mundane sea. But don’t mind seeing others or let others to see.

    45. The maimed brains of the waste-membranes Causes hatred to works in a life mundane. Knew not they that, in the other life they will have nothing to do ! Then why they restrained from works on earth and caused others too !

    46. Green leaves who lived in the same Once played on the life’s joyful game. Like them, all the souls too came To live a mundane life in the Creator’s holy names, But they are blurred and barred by the unjust frames.

    47. Mind-darkness darkens through the leaves of beliefs of ages Darkened mind-darkness throw the waves that paves no pages. Mind-darkness carried amongst the race the worst of the rages, Darkened fairy images took off the fruits, rice, even maizes. Mind-darkness darkened to throw the waves of beliefs of pages. Even then lightened darkness through the leaves live to pave new ages.

    48. Brightest lights of millions flights of the Greats, That grates not the gratefulness over the great-full plates, That slates not the millions lights of the brightest flights But shine the warmth of the wings of kites to the detailing slights.

    49. His highest wrong so long Was to be long to belong That’s why for long along he had to cross the farthest far and long furlong.

    50. It’s not the way they say it may do. But the way the things are done by them, us, and you.

    51. It’s the tale that we all to tell to the caedar trees. And the song to sing all along to reach out all the three-s.

    52. It’s not the hottest spots, neither it’s the coolest one. It’s the thing to be done by many one But not in the ways of the days bygone.

    53. Is it your eye, or your I That flies in the freest sky ! Who is it to see what comes through eye ?

    54. Go through the ways That never sway And are enlightened with the seen and unseen rays.

    55. The time we read Was dusty bloody-red. Was it the one for which the prayers prayed ?

    56. What’s the news ? And what are the views ? North-East-West-South, all he chews ?

    57. A land Where even a child was killed for 2000 bucks only. And, this is the land wherein I was born, And still do ‘live’. Don’t believe ? Believe !

    58. Souls are the one, The minds may be any, Though the bodies are millions more and many.

    59. Where came from ? Where to go ? Where to end do we grow ?

    60. The being’s space And its pace Decides the length of mundane grace ?

    61. Where to leave ? And, where to live ? Who makes the norms of forms ? Who believe ?

    62. Rebirth yet to be born Of the Eesha, ‘crowned’ with thorn, Is really prayed for or it’s too a scorn ?

    63. It was a door Through the walls numbering 4. Walls were 4 ! Or, even more ?

    64. Is it not enough for a night, When fly through the darkest sky, Hundreds or more sightful kites of lights !

    65. Oho!, when you have a sum, Save some, save some, save some.

    66. As differs the sense of the very same verse We have only Justice’s shadows and images. So, justice can be done only by the Creator Who built the ages.

    So none can ascertain that his justice is precisely just. But we all agree that, to let humanity last, peace is a must. So, let us all try to control the lasts of lusts to be more just.

    67. I’ve an original sin. As there myself too had been, But my works’ length was very thin in the thin.

    68. Listen to the nights. It’s a legend through the nights. Listen, O! my friends, to what the trees say, And, through the sky-sea try to see What the stars sign by the distant rays.

    69. See the seas and the bees who works all the times. See the taste of the life-elixir with the sweetest mundane-chimes. O ! you, the holy souls, the best children of the times ! Do you waste your times ? Know not you that it’s one of the most heinous crimes ? Have a sound body ? or, even one who is lame, deaf, dumb or blind, Anyone who lives, may work at least with the mind. Hands, legs, ears and eyes, voice and mind, All are the working organs gifted by The Creator – the holiest, the most gracious and the most kind.

    70. Finest dark on the farthest spark of azurite ice Of a dawn that goes on far, once, or may be thrice To ruin a gain-less win that is high in the price. Finest spark on the farthest dark, once or thrice ! Flies the price of the truths or lies on the bluest ice. Rainless ruins that never win but bite behind And take the price many a thrice from humankind. Furthest dark for the finest spark of priceless price Bluest shades that never fade on the azurite ice.

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