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A Design Which Flew.

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A design which flew,

Millions and milliotns of miles,

To a place called “Goolitogu”.

As it imagined that life would be most safe and secure over there.

The design went and settled there,

Well it was wrong.

There were many who knew about it and would often come and disturb it.

So, it flew again,

To a wonderful place called Starlington.

There it met another design and they lived happily ever after as best friends,

And they were disturbed by none at all.

In their celebration, my friend Lark,

Had a huge cake,

And has called us for dinner at his home,

But he doesn’t know that an excellent surprise is waiting for him.

The surprise is unknown,

So shhhhhh.

Adios!

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Pondering Over a Thought.

Thoughts are a factory in their own. They manufacture, they produce and they ship and deliver the goods on their own whim and fantasies. They can skip and dance and twirl around our mind with flexibility of a rubber string and twist and turn like loop s in our DNA. Pondering over thoughts is a very lull business which brings only slumber. Those who don’t have any work and can’t mind their own business, are the ones who prosper in it. So much is there to learn, write, read and understand, but the mysteries of the mind are so deep, that they are more interesting than any other scientific discovery and invention.

Mind is like a blank machine. If you pour thoughts of anything like money, love, health, prosperity, doomedness in your mind, then you are sure to be worth of a dime to a nickel with the time spent behind your marvellous and wonderful thoughts. Many people don’t need to earn money, as their life is set with thoughts and in their factory of thoughts, they can manufacture such glorious thought products and ride the horses which run such a machine. It is the process of selection and connection. Money is an easy and automatic flow to them. It is based on the action of choosing, which is processed based on the needs,deeds and the lust of the mankind.

Thoughts worth pondering, are discarded into the metallic dustbin, while those which are to be discarded are kept in the lockers with high voltage safety. The level of precaution and safety with which a mother takes care of her small baby, is the level in which a thought ponderer stores his or her thought. Like a dessert chef, they keep on turning and churning, the whole glunk of thoughts. Sometimes fumes come out of it, sometimes, good dishes, sometimes plain nonsense. Be it day or night, they keep on doing their business minding no one and nobody. Truthfully, it is a damn good business, worthy of each and every penny. The only downside is it doesn’t pay any real dough. Only brings downfall and leads to unevenness mentally and physically.

Pondering over most of the thoughts is a very risky business. Be it good or bad, being in the self is what matters the most.

Phew! What a Thought!

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N.B.- Today is Meher Baba’s birthday. His name is Merwan Sheriar Irani. He was born on 25th February 1894. He is the Lord of the Universe.

Adios!