No “I” exist,
But the ignorance and its feel.

To call God as “you” 
As against “me” or “I”
Is a big lie and a sham claim.

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Dear my son,
One humble request
I have.

Do not pray.
At least, 
Do not pray for me.

I don’t want you to see 
God as lame
And put on him the blame,
For or on my behalf.

It is true,
As you are bound and made
By your utter helplessness.

Still, all the prayers represent
Mere and sheer ignorance yours
Wrongly representing you 
As against him.

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Dear my son,
Rather, do one thing.
Very simple thing.

See the magic in me.

Seeing me as a magic,
In my being and in my living,
Acknowledge and praise
God or no-God of no deformity 
On my behalf and account.


Be it your God or my God
Be it you no-God my no-God.

I want you only to embrace
And caress God or no-God.


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Dear my son, 
I don’t want to give promises.

And to this I will make 
One simple say.

I won’t pray
And I can’t pray 
For any one.
Even for myself.

I can’t do so 
Just because I can’t 
Put blame on God
To make him lame
On your or anyone’s 
Account or behalf

I know not better, my son, 
And I can’t talk better 
Than God talk to me.

I don’t believe, my son,
As there is anything
That God hasn’t given
And he is waiting for
My recommendation and reminder.

Rather, my son,
For you, on your behalf
I will see you as the great magic
And great magic happening in and for you
For you to happen the way you are

I will acknowledge the same and praise God
With no other choice and help.

And again, dear my son, 
If at all I happen to pray 
Or praise or acknowledge,
It will be just for the reason 
That there is fire down me
And the water in me is boiling 
To send the vapors of prayer, 
Praising and acknowledgment, up.

It is not because
My God or no-god
Threatens and seeks me 
To do prayer and praising

Rather it is natural and normal
For the vapors of prayer and praising
To go up to make the clouds over the sky
To come down, showering the reply rain.