Parables may drive a morning mass ?

P1: When the morning dives in,
I could feel the immense semblance of God.
The freedom of thought; its various expressions;
ambiance of natural aesthetics; they are enormous.

P2: It recreates itself for the love of every day.
I may miss the love of the moment;
yet more importantly I could winover
the lasting jive of a day.

P3: Sun may torment you with its immaculate rays;
Yet it is the destiny of a burning star.
What is hidden in a name?
There are countless angels and daemons.

P4: Spirit of eternity cannot forgive
the spike of a moment.
what you search is not what you deserve.
You need to be conscious of the natural selection.


P5: If you are becoming the finest of the wheat;
nature shall make wonders feeding your stomach
and healing your spinning mountains.

Parables of lineages #

P1: What is my lineage in this earth ?
I beg to the nature to expose my sincere pathway.
Through countless mistakes I am nearing my solid middle path.
Lot of contact points; conscious nodes;
They all want to love me; lionize me; spade me ;
embrace me; embarrassed by me;

P2: Though and thoroughly I am trying to focus
my internal energy and zen effects towards Catholicism.
There should be a minimalistic road to faith.
Excess of worship can make belief and faith a mockery of god.
I don't want to follow that road; however evangelical it is.

P3: My road may be that of a camel; of polar bear;
or even of marching ants.At any cost, I don't want to be bipolar
to become a spider which is narcissistic in its own web.
It hails its drowned pathways and its glorified being in nothingness.

P4: I don't like to be a scared crow.
Yet I am the most scary and scared mind in the factory of life.
I want to be conscious up to the level of super-ego;
however I am a perfect unconscious being
with instinctual paradigms delving under fire. 

P5: Now I know the distance from strike to a riot is very large
and animistic one. I pray for it not to become cannibals too either.
My pains are my dreams and they deliver and delve with pains too.

P6: Skin deep silence and sleep full of snails are the balms unlikely.
And I am shameful to say that dreams are my songs too.
Songs never cease to be uttered verses.
Poems does not crave for the words.
Words seldom are lost in translation.
Basically all were green; red and blue.

Parables and annotations ...

P1: Time has come ripened for me to revive my faith.

From the terrains of die hard ratioality,

I am swimming past the continents of wisdom.

P2: Mass psycology is an interesting topic.

How religion is an impulse of life is worth studying.

Commonsense is somethingthat cannot exist

of its own. It lives through the heart of people.

P3: The relationship between a parable

and a message is also an aspect for observation.

Identity of God is nothing

but a reason to be rationale and emphathatic.

P4: Living the life of a saint involves interacting

with angels and daemons alike; aloft.

No day is to regret about.

The pace of nature cannot be judged so easily.

It recalls the history and idea of God.

P5: Minimise your enemies; Maximize your friends.

A walk away through esplanade theatre made me an enchanted boy.

The spirits of love and passion: they are my travelling madness.

P6: My small episodes of travelogues are reminding me of my past years.

I could take a deep dive into my childhood.

Much has happened; many stoneshave been over turned.

Yet life remains causal and beautiful to the fullest.

P7: Greater charisma of the God has been the guiding spirit

and guardian angel in this episode of crisis. My love for the wonders

of this magic island has turned my nightmares into uncounted proportions.

P8: Stalemate continues  over my next destination

and the larger chapter of destinations. I have met my fate at many cross overs.

Parables and parabolics of love

P1: Life is turning out to be an interesting jigsaw.
I am traversing a magical last supper to be in destiny of a daily bread.
Need to tweet a lot about how religion has activated myself
which was once the twig of my life.

P2: Need to be a catholic in the purest of the senses.
Yet, I need to show my love for the masses of all the religions.
Liberating spirits of semitic religions and my narcissist
tendencies are the most important challenges in my pathways.

P3: My life needs to be an artwork;
wherever in the world I need to be a simple man out of these worldly affairs.
Be a good leather for the leaves of my grass.
It may seem to be odd to the human eyes;
but I need to cleanse this magic island out of its original sins.

P4: This is the only way I can find out the emperor love in my, myself.
Let my songs of innocense breed and bread thousand of fractals.

P5: As Godard said once;" every thought shall recall the debris of a love".
My love for life shall be an endless story like the bridge between
nano-life and relativistic motion of planetary system.
Natures lures me to decrypt many more pearl leaves out of its factbook.

P6: Only time be the tide in this titanic voyage.
When voices of god are unheard, only life can be the light of Asia.
Henceforth this universe. Buddhist dialectic is nothing but
laughing Buddha and melancholic Jesus and melodramatic Krishna.

P7: Love knows no dialectic; only a semiotic balance of signs.
It is our duty to be righteous and upright about it.
Passion of Christ is to traverse and converse with all the people of all the lost worlds.

P8: In the sixth, seventh and the eighth senses, no racism can exist;
there are no extremes or poles, only righteous middle path.

Parables and Crosstalks ...?

P1: Life is a melting pot that waits for songs
of innocence.Even seven continents of wealth
and five dreams of mercy could not quench my thirst and hunger.

P2: Though I love angels of white are naked in love;
we need black elephants of life which are dark
and awaiting the deities of moon.All absorbing rain has just begun;
a with a rhapsody of wellness.

P3: Dawn of a day; the residues of a nightmare
tried to encapsulate my morning spirits.The self-realization
is always quasi-spiritual. It has a smell of earth.
The passion of a south-eastern wind. Unity of light and life.

P4: The subdued flow of energy can inspire the breadth
of light upon the fort of madness.The mainstay of inspiration
is a conversation with the masses. Mass is always
the source and destination of energy.

P5: Time and money are two constraints in every one's life.
The same antonyms are entities posited in
the third volume of capital by Karl Marx.
Money is a double edged sword;
whereas time is a triple edged one.

P6: Fear of fear is the best medicine for arrogance.
Why am I arrogant? why do I converse impatience
despite nearing the zen designs.Spirit of freedom
should understand the terrains of peace.

P7: Unlimited skies of freedom is not what I cherish.
I am convinced that all the good entropic of universe
where the weapons of nature some
time in the past and later in the future.

P8: To look far and future you should be a banyan tree
grasping the intricacies of life like a leaf out of a green land.

Parables through a semi-colon

P1: Why is my mind turbulent
Like a tide out of its times
Braving the tsunamis of tyrrants

P2: The holy trinity of life is engaging me
Like Moses, I will bring spirited fire
From which mountain; what shall it wither ?

P3: What shall Hanuman do to invent a new religion?
Why to struggle for artificial intelligence
When cup of tea is in a hurry

Parables and Ellipsis ...

P1: Essense of cryptography :

Symmetry of life

Assymetry of code

Cipher lives

In Out of engines

Secret engines

P2: I met crisis in mystery

Life has become a long tail / tale

Told for an idiot

A new testament

Of don Quixote

Email me the songs

As I am the messenger cat

P3: To decrypt a woman

is the most important way

And the hurdle

How to become a real flesh

And Blood out of sadness

Sublimation is the tryst wit destiny

P4: Corrpted minds cannot decrypt

Me: As I am a friend of ny enemies:

No man can make me a lie;

Being a coward is thousand times dangerous

to being a liar

P5: Man cannot succumb to the power

Of imaginary; Butterflies of thought

Are bound in an end in itsef.

They conceive dreams and I incept

Interference of pure serenity

P6: I have become the merchent of madness

The real zen is always the lover of zeal

Buddha realized that he need to empty himself. 

It means 'zero yourself';

Hallucination is the opium of the masses

That is the religion itself

P7: Why am I an ascetic?

Peace is not something eternal

It is transitory, transient and tranquil

To acheive this goal; to circumscribe this vision

We need to be extra ordinary zen

P8: Being a samurai does not

take you away from being z zen

Being a zen and achieving zen is

not null and void

P9: A zen; emperor love; tang tang;
ascetic; peter the sailor; all are the same
Who told you ? there won't be flowers on a rock
Let thousand flowers bloom upon this rock

P10: I love '?' more than a 'zero'

What is invented in India; zen or zero !!

A zen will love digital questions

more than null and void answers

P11: A zen is not an enemy of anyone

neither he is the friend of anyone

He/she preaches peace upon earth

hells; heavens and many other universes

P12: Being ascetic at a time of nothingness

It is not a child's play

I need to ground my dreams on reality

None rejects my dreams

So I need to hold my heart on my hands

P13: Hands know the power of money

The taste of sweat; the depth of tears and

so forth and so on; being bi-polar in this

multi-polar world is enormously grave difficult

The only way to achieve ascetism is through

mediating in/ on time

Like throwing away a 'Slik Hat'

P14: The grace of a nation is countless

My first stint at Singapore

Made me a professional by all the means

Whatever I could dream about whereall spread on my wings

P15: Italian dreams of aesthetics

Charming, enchanting spirit of guardian angels

They bestow all the colours on my face

To become a Harry Potter

Count dracula, Wizard of Oz, Prince of Persia

I need to traverse and converse a lot

P16: To be precise; this journey is going

To be long and lenient and salient one

Madding crowd and its fetish; its so vibrant

P17: I am learning the rules of the game

From the father; I never could realise that my father

He is a better zen master than me

P18: My ambitons; they are the biggest burden

They are on my wings; My talents are yet another

I could see the naked eyes of Japan and the burned fingers

Of red wedding octopus; white fishes are hissing alone

P19: I am neither a dead bull or a purple cat

Jut the zeal of zero, symbian of a sorrow;

Chaos in my army symbolises god's might