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To Find It Yourself.

The road which one seeks, is known to the soul but not to the mind.We all travel a great distance in search for our mojo, for the thing or things which can keep us going,but are often deceived by false impressions and notions.

A painter seeks for recognition and appreciation of his paintings and goes from here to there in search of it. What befuddles him is that the recognition he seeks, isn’t to be got by showing his art work to various art collecters or to various galleries.The recognition can only come through his own self.He is the creator of his creations.What others can tell him, are the deficiencies in his art which they have perceived through their eyes.If they praise, then know it to be very false; for the next day they would act as if they don’t know you.

A seeker when seeking, often gets lost in the eternal mumbo jumbo of the world. What is to seek, when all that you seek is with and withinyou?

If it isn’t, then be very careful as to what are you seeking.Many times seekers get lost in the hyperbole of being achievers.

To find It yourself, doesn’t mean stopping all quests and taking up hermitage.Neither does it mean that to find you rake up the whole world in the quest for your search.

To find means to be a true seeker or a searcher.Seek only for that which can be sought, otherwise ninety nine percent of the time, a big pit to fall in is waiting for you.

Being centered and not losing hope, are the two main ways to find it yourself.

In this worldly jargon, it has become very difficult for all of us to find what is ours, leaving alone the fact that there are still few things which are there to be ours.

Lust and greed are the two main detractors which distract us, mislead us from our goal, from our journeys and from our destinations.

Adios!

Peanut butter with brown bread.
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Peanut Butter With Brown Bread.

Evenings are such a time, when hunger rumbles in the stomach. It is a miraculous occurring of nature.

The whole day a man can survive with even tiny bit of food. But evenings are times which are altogether different.

So, to a beautiful evening better, simply apply a layer of peanut butter on a piece of bread and prepare a plate full of such breads and enjoy them with a nice hot cuppa of tea or coffee.

Adios!

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Happy Is The Motto Life.

Happy Is The Motto Life.

Happy is the motto of life.

It is what keeps us going.

Only the best can happen.

Happy is the motto of life.

Happy food, happy festivals,

Happy days and happy living.

Be always happy,

And always live happily.

Happy and happy equals to very happy.

Try to live the life as the happiest.

Adios!

What Is Unlimited?
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What Is Unlimited?

What is unlimited?

Life?

In a sense yes and as well as no.

What is unlimited?

Prosperity, dignity, money or fame?

None of these will last more than a few seconds.

Then what is so?

Out of all the things in this world,

Love and happiness are unlimited.

Being cheerful and happy is the motto of life.

Love which stems from the bottom of your heart,

Will last forever,

As long as you live.

What is unlimited?

Yourself.

Adios!

Little Mussy’s Flower Basket.
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Little Mussy’s Flower Basket.

Little Mussy was selling flowers along the road.

The sight of her,

Captured my heart.

She reminded me of someone,

Whom I may have met somewhere along the many lives that I had.

I stopped and spoke to her.

Little Mussy would you be my friend?

Oh! Little Mussy,

You toil all day along.

The flowers in your basket are nice and wonderful,

Yet few buy them from you.

The cold is nearly ready to bite off our heads,

Yet you stand in it, so brave.

At my home, I have a fireplace,

Though I ain’t rich person,

But my fireplace is red warm and hot.

I live at a place,

Which is high up,

But my friends are very few.

Only my God, my son and my husband are my friends.

I don’t know dear little Mussy,

Why I feel so connected to you,

Maybe you were my daughter,

Maybe my friend,

Maybe we had cup of tea,

In some bygone lane?

These are the pasts.

The previous births,

Which has changed us all,

Yet our core remains the very same.

Little Mussy,

Sit near my me,

And tell me some wonderful tales.

How do you spend your days?

How many flowers are sold in a day?

Little Mussy,

My heart aches for you.

Have a smile always on your face,

Be innocent, be kind,

Never lose yourself in this world glum of unhappiness,

Always prosper,

Always feel your true self.

I am a mother too,

I know your pain.

Keep your child always happy.

Do you have a small sister?

Do you all stay together?

Give me a rose, a lily, a jasmine and a hibiscus.

It has been a journey into my past,

Meeting with you.

Little Mussy,

If had I a daughter,

Then she would have been like you.

My blessings are with you,

Be happy,

Do well in life,

Little Mussy.

Adios!