She is my mother, sometimes he is a son
where i am all and all is one…
loving all as mother and treating one as son
accepting all rejecting no one…
if thee exist i can not how can i be…
Sunrise is also beautiful as sunset is.
currency of life are different
not telling or giving any commandments
only coins exist paper is also 2 faced can not be one faced like a coin but i love coin…
coin with freedom and learning as faces
coin with time and existence as its faces
coin with beggar and emperor as it faces
3 are enough
now 2 hands are required too a hand of faith and a hand of love
hope is not in my dictionary. why i will hope only if i am not sure about my choices.
In the end there is no end as there was no beginning i bow to the divine present in all present in one.