Prayer and Seeds are similar in nature. Both have nothing within, but have the potential of creating everything.
(Mr. Mehul)
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This shows that what apparently does not contain any substance may actually create a lot of things.
Similarly what we claim as harmless like “ridiculing others” or “accumulating more material things than we require” can cause us irreparable damage .
Very well said…On an alternate topic, however, I have a poem on deja-vu with a personal spiritual experience….
WHEN THE LINE IS DRAWN —
Like the wind I traverse far abroad – beneath earth’s surface, and overlooking athwart;
– Or far beyond the shining heavens, where stars disappear into tiny cross.
I break free each my grain ; liberated from the absolute self- every now and again,
Through overwhelming crusts of deep emotions that cruise through astounding highs and pliant hail.
While the black hole inside of me expands; liberating my true eternity –
Existence thrives through a tiny dot, over sands of time expansion sought, into perpetuity!
Vastly infinite as I stand today, I was here every other yesterday,
And every tomorrow shall I arise, through the events luring further suffice;
Over dress-rehearsal, of my million lives.
And yet I am caught, yet again – into this world wide inglorious web,
Of subpar reality, of unabated crux, of the definition of my self-continuation thus.
And on I go past curious lives, through one, through all, but alone, but alive,
And seldom realise the co-existence of powers; of seldom superior human edifice.
Tough as it gets – to get this far, evolving through universe, this, countless stars,
Thus circumvent each subsistence; thus unremittingly revolve,
Thus enlighten bright obscurity; thus relentlessly evolve,
Into full blown universe around my aura, stall,
Reaffirming recurrent spatial ties..
Through sequence of each well planned-out life!!
I am yet to be re-borne, each day, onto tomorrow and the day before dawn!
Its not but chance, I let it lose; I broke the law I wilfully chose!
And tomorrow, I will reborn as yet another life-form,
Recursive reflective through yesteryear’s reforms;
As i better out the day-before, I resurface into superlative today,
Thence strive to culminate ‘altogether’ tomorrow… I shall most acceptably not replay
Any evidence, or any array – of eons of spewed out plot,
I am done joining all the dots,
From inception through to stop!!
So when the line is drawn, I will come full circle; re-greet myself in an all new yarn,
And when the line is drawn, I would’ve thoroughly advanced along each destiny’s path I ‘ve fastidiously carved.
And when the line is drawn, I would’ve trodden through throngs of infinite assort, And when the line is drawn, I would’ve withdrawn –into enormous infinity
Releasing (karmic) bonds, accrued through to today, vanquishing the oblivious beyond!!
When the line is drawn!
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This shows that what apparently does not contain any substance may actually create a lot of things.
Similarly what we claim as harmless like “ridiculing others” or “accumulating more material things than we require” can cause us irreparable damage .
Very well said…On an alternate topic, however, I have a poem on deja-vu with a personal spiritual experience….
WHEN THE LINE IS DRAWN —
Like the wind I traverse far abroad – beneath earth’s surface, and overlooking athwart;
– Or far beyond the shining heavens, where stars disappear into tiny cross.
I break free each my grain ; liberated from the absolute self- every now and again,
Through overwhelming crusts of deep emotions that cruise through astounding highs and pliant hail.
While the black hole inside of me expands; liberating my true eternity –
Existence thrives through a tiny dot, over sands of time expansion sought, into perpetuity!
Vastly infinite as I stand today, I was here every other yesterday,
And every tomorrow shall I arise, through the events luring further suffice;
Over dress-rehearsal, of my million lives.
And yet I am caught, yet again – into this world wide inglorious web,
Of subpar reality, of unabated crux, of the definition of my self-continuation thus.
And on I go past curious lives, through one, through all, but alone, but alive,
And seldom realise the co-existence of powers; of seldom superior human edifice.
Tough as it gets – to get this far, evolving through universe, this, countless stars,
Thus circumvent each subsistence; thus unremittingly revolve,
Thus enlighten bright obscurity; thus relentlessly evolve,
Into full blown universe around my aura, stall,
Reaffirming recurrent spatial ties..
Through sequence of each well planned-out life!!
I am yet to be re-borne, each day, onto tomorrow and the day before dawn!
Its not but chance, I let it lose; I broke the law I wilfully chose!
And tomorrow, I will reborn as yet another life-form,
Recursive reflective through yesteryear’s reforms;
As i better out the day-before, I resurface into superlative today,
Thence strive to culminate ‘altogether’ tomorrow… I shall most acceptably not replay
Any evidence, or any array – of eons of spewed out plot,
I am done joining all the dots,
From inception through to stop!!
So when the line is drawn, I will come full circle; re-greet myself in an all new yarn,
And when the line is drawn, I would’ve thoroughly advanced along each destiny’s path I ‘ve fastidiously carved.
And when the line is drawn, I would’ve trodden through throngs of infinite assort,
And when the line is drawn, I would’ve withdrawn –into enormous infinity
Releasing (karmic) bonds, accrued through to today, vanquishing the oblivious beyond!!
When the line is drawn!