Everything that ever happens once would never happen again,

But, everything that happens twice would happen the third time again…..

It means the twice ones are moving in random circles…

the one like this mandala no end and absolutely no beginning.

Do you need to be scared of the ones which happen again?

Or, the ones which happen once?

Do you build on the ones which happen again?

Or, the ones which happen once?

Do you need to be trusting the ones which happen again?

Or the ones which happen once?

While, I wait to know it, I observed,

The best ever most deserved,

Is the path which happens once,

It’s something you can trust but is with cons,

And the ones which happen twice,

Are planned to happen again, a thrice

time, as they are schemes and plot though not wise,

So they recur to cut you into a size.

If you fall, they make you money,

If you shine, they bite your bunny,

They create troubles to stop your penny,

They love their job and the trickling honey.

So, trust the one I observed,

It could also be the one, subserved,

But, it is stronger and less fake than the ordered,

race, which moves around your nape unperturbed.

If the ones one do not happen,

Go away and do not deepen,

Nor make the twice ones sharpen,

Their axes on fears that slowly darken.

Let go, live and shine.

Be like the oldest of old wine 🍷

Live to know what you dine,

Here you end my friend, at The trine.

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Young Nino the duck swam behind his mother and tried solving life, by asking one correct question, “what comes back?”

Young Nino, one day asks his mother, dear,

“What comes back, mama?” Loud and clear with a quack, quack,

To answer him, the mama thought awhile, to clear,

His doubts, for young Nino was only a duck,

“Well, let me just start by saying,

The Earth is round, so if we start here from Tokyo,

We go and can come back exactly here,” weighing,

Her words, she said, “If we go up, we come down,

If we stuff in one hole it goes out from another,

If we hate more, love comes back to us, hot and brown,

If we love more, hate tries to empty us in the sea shore,

If we cry more, laughter may make a way as a gown,

If we laugh more, tears run at corners of our gay.

If we yield more at a place, we lose more at another.

If we are found strong by nature, lest we sway,

in the future, we manage our weak brother,

If we are found weak by Father in heaven,

We are nicely and cleanly shaven,

Hot air leaves a place, cold air rushes in,

Cold air never leaves back it’s fin,

So it’s never replaced by hot air,

What is light, travels farther,

What is heavy travels no further,

Love and compassion stay, for they are no fother.

“Ohh, I see,” said young Nino, “I can now gather.”

“And what is it that you gather Nino” the mama said,

“The water, in my Mimi, mama as I float through it behind you, mama.”

“Quack, quack, quack,”it burnt the ears down,

“Hey, young boy…watch out..you swim in peace zone.”

“Yes, of course, I do Sir, but with a love of a cone.”

Quack quack quack…..

Everything that ever happens once would never happen again,

But, everything that happens twice would happen the third time again…..

It means the twice ones are moving in random circles… the one like this mandala no end and absolutely no beginning.

I feel it this way,

To yield is to preserve the whole,

To be misjudged is to be straightened,

To be hollow is to be filled,

To be battered is to be renewed,

To be in need is to possess,

To be abundant is to be confused,

Therefore, the saint embraces The oneness, a standard for the world,

The wise one is not prejudiced hence he is enlightened

The wise one is not self opinionated, hence is outstanding.

Well this “The peasant girl” came out in office, while scribbling in the papers.

As I serve my notice period, I dream of the facts I can and cannot do gazing dreamily out of the huge window, I found this out gurgling somewhere deep within….

Hoping to make it into a canvas….enjoy your day.

Money, same old money, damned and cursed at the same time.

Existing in all forms since ages,

Money follows the law of the circle, circle ⭕️ very stringently if only you know, how to watch closely.

Barter was money and gold was money, and now paper is money.

In barter we traded goods for goods. I understand it was valuable resource.

In gold we traded as gold is invaluable. I understand that too…

But, how is paper valuable? It itself does not have any value…so that reduces how do we see it.

Of course the life which ends to fulfil our means is indeed invaluable but then we kill, and then we use the dead carcass to serve the need. So do you see then what we are doing. We are killing living objects and feeding on the dead.

Now, these papers are money.

The life flowing through the veins of the trees….

Once which made them green…

Turn to pale, languid colours of human imagination.

I remember being a small kid, and when I was, I felt like Tom Bombadil of LOTR fame.

I never could buy the fact that you could be so addicted to paper, the one I used to scribble my imaginations and my other worldly learning’s and lessons supposed to serve me here on this realm.

I used to laugh at such insanity, my first shock towards my fellow beings, for which I must truly apologise, ohh! my fatally wounded knowledge.

I designed my own money, but alas! no one preferred them over their more popular counterparts.

Then I found that money and power are addictive, which support your feelings of emptiness, lowly lives, aimless, ruthless life, and then you want to conquer, and when you lay your eyes to search for that one valuable resource, lo! You find money.

Fair enough!

Money can fulfil the true role of a resource when it leaves the grips of its lovers and addicts…given for once we consider it is an important resource.

I also found that addiction to drug and to money are subjectively different…

Two different entities, given money is a resource let loose and drugs, drugs the ones which when used do not pull away anyone’s resources. So the latter seems harmless when you compare its impact upon humanity.

I have a video from the same friend who inspires me to pen down my views on such a wide and devastatingly huge topic.

But, then being a mere amateur with money and a toddler with power, being under no dose of addiction, I see it differently.

I value a few things money and power can fetch, comfort is not bad often, I realise but I can’t realise why we are not addicted to other resources as much as we are to money…which stomach in the universe can store so much and not regurgitate. Must truly be a visiting destination for people like us.

Here is a link which shows a simple event of everyday life but then it raises questions….

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NAoUK_D-Yb8&feature=youtu.be

In the video, a hungry penniless young man realises mother’s love by tasting the food in the tiffin, he realises the value of everything and values human life even when he has none of it.

He returns everything knowing he did right.

He changed and corrected himself. But, he meets his own death.

Now it raises questions,

1) Does God end his suffering by killing him?

2) Does God punish him for the first part of his being a naïveté and madness in a non refundable pattern?

3) Why does God not see and follow the whole episode before judging, is God also in a rat race, hurrying down the oblivious road?

4) Is life of poor important given it does not serve the rich or by complying to play the sufferer?

5) Does it indicate a polar shift, change of judgement and chairs being taken by the dark who see things in fragmented versions often as this one?

Watch it to decide how much more can you make of this beautiful depiction casting human survival at the notch.

See it, decide and please leave your likes on the video…..

Love and light….

Love a women or leave a women.

A choice when men make gives a so-called life to women.

Since long, we live in the same way.

Even though women have divided their choices, including reformations, yet millions are stuck in this ugly looking paradise.

Some are determined to make our own choices, some are determined to follow their families and in each ways all a woman requires is strength….

But do they have it?

And, if we have the strength and the courage then why do you think, we are still stuck, still attempting to pull our legs out of a muddy terrain?

Why so? Why are so many of us getting lost, every day, every moment?

History, time, Earth and men hold many secrets.

Are we women, amongst those secrets?

Or, are we substitute horses?

Or is it, which do you prefer kind of a scenario.

Sharing a common secret makes us friends,

But sharing a woman is one way to make men enemies.

Trick used since ages.

We are indeed such disputed entities even now.

Within brazen lands and within rich,

A woman is always at risk.

All kinds of risks. You name it and we have it.

All the men and all those men backed women who prefer torturing weaker mass women say the same thing, “they faced it and they are now like this.”

Do we really wish well for half the world’s population?

Why is it that we are still reforming and why is there an excuse every time after a tiny step, “we are improving when it comes to dealing with women issues but all changes take time.” No one is kind enough to state “how much more time?”

Do we really want women to hold reigns, all women?

Can we risk letting this happen given so many men are yet to be born and need a space. An easy way to make space for men is removal of those woman who are serving dominion of no man. Such women, such victims, of whom no men prefer speaking, with taboos, society and all the hoop hoolah.

A woman queen or a woman prime minister or merely a president does not show equality.

The world often talks in terms of permitting women, but, do we know that till we permit our women, it means we still hold the horses.

Victimised, burdened, callous women.

Have women ever thought of standing together for each other?

Or do women still prefer to hide behind our God like, good men or evil like, not so good men and then quickly check our pennies, our sons and then our daughters and leave the world burning in the ashtrays.

Do we even once for a wink think of blaming at least the atrocities of other women. It could be anyone, our mothers, friend’s mother, husband’s mother. As women we do not even stand by our daughters, mothers, mother in laws, sisters, cousins. We prefer our supremacy making sure of our survival. They too wage the same war.

Office colleagues prefer their own families scheming and plotting to remove other women since that nourishes their greed and ego.

So, unknowingly, innocently with nativity we are paving a way for our daughters as perilous as the one which we have walked. What is our response to it.

Few below…..are the golden rules almost good girls across all religions and nations obey. Either one or all of them to save themselves from lurking dangers called saliva dripping, wet, desirous monsters called men.

1) Do not wear skimpy clothes

2) Do not be out in the night

3) Check your drink.

4) Be with someone as you roam unknown territories.

5) Check the country statistics before you backpack, how they handle women and their issues.

6) Do your work, enjoy the process, you are a sexual giant get your work done, use it.

7) Hide in your closet when they come.

Will we feel happy if as mothers we would end preaching our own daughters this same tacky rule book, or do women know only one way, blinded they look forward, never can look sideways, backwards or upwards not even downward.

Does it remind you of Knuckles and horses?

Or, are we still happy and heave a sigh of relief once we hold a son, when a man whispers into our ears, “You no more have to bother now, you have a son.”

It means you can go out and torture, torment and bully other women because you are saved from the sword of karma.

Choices, choices, strong choices, weak arms?

Can they handle it?

Have they ever understood beyond their selfish desires?

If so, it is only those who have faced the torment themselves.

Is it then true, what men talk about women?

Doors to hell.

Life sucking machine.

A web in the wall.

Or is it enough if we just prove our worth to one man, who in return stands for her, sometimes fighting by diminishing her value and sometimes by raising the bar. What to do, a man doesn’t know but he is managing still. Can you even manage? All women, ladies and all those impressive, little and great hearts out there.

Millions of women are stuck up various ways in various things. Some are, since they are weak, others are since the nets are too thick, some are in simply to satisfy their greed and felony.

Many efforts have come up.

Nobel prizes to war torn victims have been given but yet something somewhere is deeply wrong and we all see it day in, day out.

Women, alone would be enough to pull this remaining women out but who cares for whom and indeed why should we, there are millions who should do it, not we. What do we have to spare, nothing much.

Strangely some men are understanding and some are making brave efforts. Some efforts are made by men who come across such victims of varied kinds and some understand as bystanders and when they do, such videos are made, small yet applauding commendable effort. An ocean is made of million drops and some men are adding those drops.

It is one of my friend’s cousin in the video, young men who are attempting to raise awareness.

Please watch the video and please leave your comments and likes for them in the site.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZftLRC3lYU&feature=youtu.be

Thanks to those men who are attempting to wake up when millions of women still are down in deep slumber.

Love and light. 💡

Lovely is this world and the view,

Wish we were lovely too often,

I do know, we often do not change the hue,

To harden the world, only to soften

This universal ominously strange cue.

To bear the brunt and fire, you are to toughen,

Your inner core, to change the world is not easy,

When changing oneself is so much more frizzy.

HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL SOULS,

Who wait and watch,

Who stops and listens,

Who tries hard to not feel,

Who try hard to not think,

Who try hard to expand,

Who try hard to make a tiny difference,

Who try hard to give you when they have little,

Who try hard to live each day,

Who can live and not breathe each day’s pain,

Who try each day to shovel a little gravel,

Who try hard to stand on the fire, which some inhumanity spreads,

Who try hard to stop moving in circles,

Who try hard to use brains before every action,

Who try hard to save lives each day 👨‍⚕️ 👩‍⚕️

Who try hard to build bridges 🌉 and not destroy,

Who try hard to EARN a living,

Who toil hard to try,

THIS MESSAGE GOES TO ALL THOSE WHO TRY.

There are only three gifts from heaven which is given to us,

Ability to love

Ability to choose

Ability to try.

💡 and ☮️ FOR ALL…….

🌲🍀🔥⚡️💥⭐️⛄️☃️🌬