By NIKHIL PAREKH
Poems depicting the 'Omnipotent' glory of the author in an unlimited kinds that the poet may ever conceive. traditional and uninhibited outpourings of the guts those poems shipping the reader right into a international of spirituality and elegance of Godhead. each poetic piece indicates Parekh's exceptional love for the Almighty and immortalizes the Omnipresent air of secrecy of the Lord in a boundless methods and shapes. This spiritually enriched compendium of poems is for all these who have timelessly well-liked the awesome prowesses and powers of God at each one level in their lives. these who have lived every one speedy in their lives worshipping his Omniscient grace regardless of the main murderous hell descending round. The poetic imagery brilliantly transcends over each inhibition of caste, creed, colour and faith and is going to forever turn out that every one dwelling beings are one and blessed in his fathomless sacrosanct mild of fact. The poems depict Parekh's oneness in brain, physique and spirit with the author.
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1 God – by Nikhil Parekh JUST ME AND MY CREATOR No ornaments of gold needed; to embellish my body, No chunks of land needed; for me to tread blissfully on this earth, No flames of fire needed; to warm me and illuminate My night, No streams of water needed; to wash myself and rejuvenate my senses to the pinnacle of ecstasy, No island of Sun needed; to impart warmth to my life, No strawberry sweets needed; to placate my dying Taste buds, No rainbow in the sky needed; to vivaciously glimmering my eyes, No sparkling slabs of glass needed; in which I Could sight my reflection, No salt needed; to add pinches of exotic taste to My food, No grandiloquent watch needed; to accurately apprise me of every second unleashing, No enchanting music needed; to pacify my agitated senses, No tantalizing dance needed; to wake me up from Dreary sleep, No gaudy clothes needed; to sequester me from Bizarre cold, No morsels of rice and curd needed to appease My insatiable hunger, No spurious armory of smiles needed; to unrelentingly shower upon me droplets of pure rain, No tears of empathy needed; to sympathize with me in my times of affliction and distress, No books of literature needed to; enrich my Knowledge about the historical times, No cherries and wine needed; to entertain me beyond the point of no control, No draughts of cool air needed; to wipe of the Sweat trickling down my nape, No bundles of currency needed; to execute all My desires to lavishly spend, No bombastic attention needed; to escalate me to The corridors of supreme fame, No cushions of grass needed; to shield my feet from a ground laid with acerbic thorns, No blood needed; to circulate in my body granting me the tenacity to gush forward, No ideals needed; to chisel a new and philosophical chapter in life, No lights needed; to guide me ahead after stringently breaking through the darkness of the gruesome night, No palaces needed; to serve me oligarchic cuisine; with the triangular crown placed fancily on my head, No bones needed; to fortify my body; grant me the resilience to fight against the uncouth society, No garlands needed; to felicitate me sanctimoniously; loud speakers announcing my presence in every road and street, No dreams needed; to tingle the chords of rampant imagination; place me in a paradise of lost fairies, No love needed; to maneuver me into a world of passionate romance; ignite unburned desires of my soul, No breath needed; to peacefully meditate; carry on the 45 chapter of harmonious existence, JUST ME AND MY CREATOR; STARING PROFOUNDLY AT EACH OTHER; WITH MY HEAD KNELT IN MEEK SUBMISSION IN HIS LAP; AND THE OMNIPOTENT POWER IN HIS PALMS; BESIEGING MY HEART WITH PERENNIAL HAPPINESS; PUTTING ME TO AN ETERNAL SLEEP; WITH THE WORLD FAILING MISERABLY THISTIME TO DISTURB ME… 1 God – by Nikhil Parekh THINK OF THE ALMIGHTY CREATOR When you were exploring the mountains; think of the snow clad slopes; the colossal heights and exhilaration yet to be achieved, When you were exploring the ocean; think of the resplendent scores of fish swimming around with uninhibited glee; the vivacious charisma of the frothy waters which struck you in boisterous tandem every minute, When you were exploring the sky; think of the satiny conglomerate of clouds circumventing your body; the infinite number of fairies and angels residing blissfully in cosmotic space, When you were exploring the forests; think of the astounding fraternity of beasts that you were about to encounter; the boundless numbers of mystical webs which the spider had spun at every wooded inlet, When you were exploring the corn fields; think of the farmer who had assiduously planted these countless saplings; the sporty grasshopper which played hide and seek between the weeds, When you were exploring the dungeons; think of the perennial darkness that lingered around; the enigmatically hooded serpent that sat majestically perched on the gargantuan pile of glittering gold, When you were exploring the swanky office; think of the spuriously smiling boss sitting camouflaged behind the revolving chair; the incomprehensible number of files and computers functioning to optimum ability all round the clock, When you were exploring the brain; think of the incredulously charged up cells; the unfathomably exhaustive reservoir of memory and imagination that enabled a lean and rickety bodied man; to rule the entire world, When you were exploring the royal palace; think of the kings and queens who must have adorned the diamond studded throne on their day; the legendary legacy they bequeathed to their siblings even centuries after their death, When you were exploring the roads; think about the incessant vehicle smoke that arose; the countless battalions of cars, scooters; the innocent pedestrians that trespassed unceasingly at every hour of the day and with every trickle of the night, When you were exploring the gutters; think about the indefatigable number of squalid cockroach; the fat and parasitic leech which furtively oozed out from all corners to feast on innocuous blood and flesh, When you were exploring the dictionary; think of the unsurpassable number of words that you were going to browse through; the stupendously enamoring meaning that each page conveyed to enlighten your dreary senses, When you were exploring the temple; think of the sacrosanct idols which were embodied inside; the omnipotent aura which they generated as you sedately passed them by, When you were exploring the century old Banyan tree; think of the host of palpable organisms who had made it their dwelling place; the enchantingly entwined 47 roots that dangled freely to give bored people a hearty swing, When you were exploring the magnificently alluring building; think of the synchronized configuration of handsome bricks which fortified it from the outside; the labyrinth of rooms and space which incorporated its strong belly, When you were exploring the caves replete with frozen ice-cream; think of the slender icicles that were suspended languidly from the ceiling; the enormous amounts of titillating snow that that besieged every iota of free space, When you were exploring the pugnacious battlefield; think of the valiant soldiers which beheaded their scalps for the sake of their country; fought audaciously against all odds to ensure that their countrymen slept blissfully under the quilts, When you were exploring the handsomely sparkling glass; think of all those individuals who must have admired their reflections in the same; staring with profound fervor at their mesmerizing images which inadvertently unveiled, When you were exploring the ship; think of the rubicund complexioned captain; the spell binding way in which it dexterously weaved through the fathomless sea, When you were exploring the hand; think of the intricate lines bifurcating the palm in several directions; the captivating mounts embossed pompously on the same imparting stupendous meaning and significance to life, When you were exploring the nest; think of the dainty kingfisher who inhabited it; the clusters of delectable eggs which would soon hatch into innocuous beaked fledglings; flooding the atmosphere with their incoherent chirps, When you were exploring the album of photographs; think of the moments when they might have been snapped; the exhilaration and the profound ecstasy with which the teenagers must have danced and smiled; while being captured by the contemporary camera, When you were exploring the embellished candle; think of the intoxicating illumination it provides at night; the slim ray of magnificent crimson that adds a smile to every life, When you were exploring the lions den; think of the kingly beast that had irrefutably occupied it since times immemorial; the princely striped animal that paraded through the wild jungle; with every other insect worshipping its feet, When you were exploring the medieval attic; think of the incorrigibly dusty pile of books stashed in realms of despondency; the charming utensils of pure bronze which were once used for cooking vegetables in olden times, When you were exploring the government; think of all the ministers who manipulated decisions at electric speeds; meticulously ruled the country with supreme efficacy and pride, When you were exploring the barbers shop; think of the unending array of gleaming blades and reinvigorating perfume; the sensitively swishing voices as pairs of scissors fine trimmed barbaric roots of unruly hair, When you were exploring the glamorous stage; think of all the actors and actresses who transgressed it in 1 God – by Nikhil Parekh inimitable style; the astounding glitterati that engulfed their bodies as they wandered in front of the world in gay abandon, When you were exploring the kitchen; think of all the recipes lingering in the tantalizing air; the lanky pile of piquant spices which superfluously beamed in the refrigerator, When you were exploring the tailors cubicle; think of the all the loosely stitched cloth sprawled around; the inconspicuous bits of fabric which evoked you to inevitably sneeze, When you were exploring the garden; think of the armory of redolent roses that ubiquitously diffused their passionate aroma; the gawky blades of parrot green grass which tickled the body beyond unprecedented limits, When you were exploring the lips; think of the voluptuous sensuality encompassing them; the insatiable urge they conjured to be ferociously kissed, When you were exploring the tall chimney; think of the exhaustive plumes of black smoke that arose every second; the innocent soot deposited on the walls as the air silently crept out, When you were exploring the eye; think of the beautiful film of tears it produced every few seconds; the inexorable spell it cast upon when deeply stared into, When you were exploring the leather belt; think of the uncannily slithering reptile with its fangs stretched apart; mercilessly massacred and astutely sheared for glorious skin, When you were exploring the school; think of the impeccable children inhabiting its classrooms; the youth of tomorrow who would be solely instrumental in evolving the face of unveiling mankind, When you were exploring the steep valley; think of the thunderous echo resonating against the rocks; the incessant singing of the flamingoes which descended down with vibrant ability and grace, When you were exploring the bunch of corrugated keys; think of the maze of locks which they would decipher through; the invincible surfaces of iron that they opened with supremely nonchalant ease, When you were exploring the hordes of sheep; think of the robust pieces of fur that they had the prowess to yield; the compassionate warmth which the wool would generate in time of horrendously freezing winter, When you were exploring the marshy swamps; think of the ominously menacing alligator; the fleet of olive green crocodiles languishing on the banks as the mid day Sun reached the pinnacle of its fury, When you were exploring the song; think of the myriad of tunes which composed it; the heavenly cadence in its beats which conjured you into deep sleep, When you were exploring the foamy bath; think of the fabulous bodies which splashed in it; the rejuvenating essence it imparted to the bleary senses to live throughout the day, When you were exploring the paintings; think of the artist who had sculptured them; flooding the barren sheet of canvas with vivacious strokes of vibrantly rich color, When you were exploring the heart; think of the person for whom it turbulently throbbed; the sole entity for 49 whom it had dedicated its life to exist for, And when you were exploring life; think of the person who had instilled blood in your veins; breath in your nose; the tenacity to survive in your arms; the power to unflinchingly move in your feet; the ability to discerningly sight in your crystalline eyes; the person who had bestowed upon you the ability to eloquently sing and speak; the person who was exactly responsible for what you were today; think of the almighty creator….
1 God – by Nikhil Parekh THE MOSQUE OF MY OMNIPOTENT CREATOR…. Neither and ever infront of my very own mother; who'd borne me 9 excruciating months in her womb; compassionately safeguarding me even today; a 28 yrs later; against the most infinitesimal trace of the devil, Neither and ever infront of my very own father; who'd indefatigably worked round the clock; unsparingly abrading the heels of his soles against the merciless corporate tarmac; in order to lavishly attend to each of my minuscule needs, Neither and ever infront of my very own sister; who'd herself undergone countless an ordeal; just in order to ensure that there always illuminated a smile on my face; and my parents as well as the world only looked at me, Neither and ever infront of my very own grandmother; who'd astoundingly awakened several a time in the wee hours of midnight; to cater to my every eccentric demand; ecstatically run with my baby legs for unending a distance; with only the moon as savior and her ailing sight, Neither and ever infront of my very own grandfather; who'd torrentially showered every conceivable gift on this planet upon my childish demands; many a time using droplets of his blood when his treasury of currency coin had disastrously exhausted, Neither and ever infront of my very own brother; who'd never left a single stone unturned in his endless search for me; as I timelessly wandered in fantasy amidst a sea of humans; at every perceivable direction of sound, Neither and ever infront of my very own uncle; who'd tirelessly spent every instant of his life; trying to keep me in the most euphoric of spirits; alleviate the inexplicable graves of depression that had sunk deep down into my soul, Neither and ever infront of my very own aunt; who'd loved and adored me more than her own children; proudly introducing me to her friends and the rest of the world; as the inimitable and very best, Neither and ever infront of my very own pet; who'd wagged his tail more ardently than the fierily mid-day Sun; everytime the nimble sound of my intricate feet tinkered near his ever-alert ears, Neither and ever infront of my very own shadow; who'd incorrigibly followed me since the first cry of ebullient life; unflinchingly agglutinated to me like a faithful soldier; irrespective of my sporadic moods and abuse, Neither and ever infront of my very own niece; who'd virtually exhausted every of her rhapsodic effort; to mischievously transform each tear-drop that dribbled from my eye; into a fountain of perennially fructifying love, Neither and ever infront of my very own cousin; who'd built countless a castle with me on the glistening sea shores; being always there as my best friend; when everyone else in the world had uncouthly abandoned me, Neither and ever infront of my very own dwelling; who'd invincibly sequestered me from the most ferocious of maelstrom and disaster; infallibly braved the most extreme wilderness of the sadistic night; whilst I slept in its interiors like an unparalleled crown prince, Neither and ever infront of my very own neighbor; who'd arrived by my side at the faintest of my cry; be it in the wee hours of night or when atrocious bombs rained left-right-center in wartime; who turned up when some of my closest of blood-relations had deserted me, Neither and ever infront of my very own heart; who'd perpetually stayed the closest to my inexplicably trembling chest; timelessly entwining every beat of my ordinarily destitute life with the spirit of immortal love, Neither and ever infront of my very own daughter; who'd forever given me infinite reasons to smile and remain alive; with her divinely inarticulate mumbling; which knew no barriers of caste; creed; religion; status or tribe, Neither and ever infront of my very own in-laws; who'd tolerated my every indescribable idiosyncrasy; shunting every aspect of my anomalous behavior with an unbreakable wall of silence, Neither and ever infront of my very own wife; who'd impregnably stood by my side in my times of good and bad; not inspiring me the slightest but yet and nevertheless resigning to her fate; and accepting me the way that I was, But.
33 DON'T EXPECT FROM HUMAN BEINGS…. Sing with them; wholesomely blending even the most insouciant of your innermost tunes; with the ecstatically mesmerizing melody of their lives, Dance with them; matching the untamed exhilaration in their bones; step for step and with the most unabashed of fervor; under the inscrutably majestic beams of the midnight moon, Eat with them; deriving unsurpassable gratification in the fact; that replenishing morsels of food were being symbiotically shared from the same plate; with the fingers occasionally intertwining with each other, Adventure with them; intransigently weaving through the most eccentrically twisted and unexplored pathways; which spell-bindingly portrayed the glorious uncertainties of the chapter called life, Shake hands with them; uninhibitedly letting even the most infinitesimal folds of the compassionate palm; unite in a sky of eternally invincible friendship, Worship with them; prostrating before every form of temple; mosque; church or monastery; in unfathomably profound admiration of the Lord; in an infinite of his forms, Defend with them; standing unflinchingly and fearless under the most blistering of Sun; unitedly protecting your sacrosanct motherland; against the most indescribably vindictive of attack, Sermonize with them; disseminating the essence of several learning incidences in your life to the oppressed and depressed masses; fearlessly voicing the righteously befriending tunes of your soul, March with them; perennially ensuring that each of your united steps; led solely towards the enrichment and magnificent fulfillment of every fraternity; of God's priceless living kind, Sleep with them; beautifully surpassing even the most sacrilegious ruthlessness of the night; in the comfort of their ardently comforting breath, Fantasize with them; unveiling even the most obfuscated arenas of your brain; to the fathomless paradise of beauty prevalent in every ingredient of air around you; and the victorious puff of breath entering your lungs, Admire with them; insatiably appreciating the unlimited bountifulness of God's creation; which eclectically spawned in even the most invisible particle of soil; as well as the gigantic skies, Frolic with them; mischievously flirting and clambering up the freshly rain soaked hills; blissfully transiting back into those magical memories of pristine childhood, Win with them; forever trouncing even the most infidel insinuation of the devil from every cranny of this boundless earth; with the scepter of impregnable truth; inherently ingrained in your blood, Romance with them; letting each wondrously passionate beat of your heart entwine with theirs; in a garland of unimpeachably redolent oneness, Sketch with them; capturing even the most oblivious shades of venerated mother nature; depicting her unparalleled glory and virility; thereby giving true meaning to your sheets of barren nothingness, Deliberate with them; endlessly arguing on myriad issues and elements of unlimited living kind; trying to reach to the most efficacious consensus; which brought about the most fructifying upheaval of all deprived, Marry with them; celestially interlocking even the most ephemeral aspect of your existence with theirs; to royally give birth to an infinite more of your noble kind, And do whatever you wanted to; but if ever you wanted to expect anything; then don't expect from them –the 'Human Being'; for that always had the possibility of shattering your heart into a countless 1 God – by Nikhil Parekh irretrievable gory pieces---instead for this and to guaranteedly fulfill your every desire; just turn to the Creator of All—The Omnipotent Creator Divine… 35 WITHOUT LIFE Without him I was indeed a Sun; but without my fiery set of flamboyant rays, Without him I was indeed a tree; but without my entire conglomerate of green leaves and resplendent petals, Without him I was indeed a panther; but without my ferociously deafening roar, Without him I was indeed a mammoth book; but without my grandiloquent set of alphabets and words, Without him I was indeed a fire; but without my dynamically sizzling repertoire of golden flames, Without him I was indeed a lock; but without my power and invincible grace to protect the blissful dwelling, Without him I was indeed a mountain; but without my handsome summit; which once upon a time used to tower handsomely towards the open sky, Without him I was indeed a bar of chocolate; but without my sweetness and delectable charisma; rotting fetidly in an obsolete heap, Without him I was indeed a pair of rubicund lips; but without my voluptuously seductive and congenial smiles, Without him I was indeed an ocean; but without my flurry of ravishingly mesmerizing and supremely salty waves, Without him I was indeed a cloud; but without my globules of life yielding and sparkling rain, Without him I was indeed a house; but without my inevitable network of fortified doors and transparent windows, Without him I was indeed a rose; but without my stupendously alluring perfume and Kingly redolence which I used to waft every second across this boundless Universe, Without him I was indeed a car; but without my steering wheel; maneuvering wildly towards the valley of death as each moment unfurled by, Without him I was indeed a butterfly; but without my hinges of opalescent wings; lying dilapidated in a remote heap; well cloistered away from blatant sight, Without him I was indeed a desert; but without my glistening fleet of unsurpassable sands and the long line of ambling camels; which used to mark my existence, Without him I was indeed a road; but without any direction; slithering helplessly on the ground; trying to search for my mooring under the devil's breath, Without him I was indeed a diamond; but without my scintillating radiance and tenaciously omnipotent shine, Without him I was indeed a mouth; but without my speech and decaying in mute oblivion for the remainder of my tyrannized life, Without him I was indeed an eye; but without my tears; staring lifelessly and for times greater than eternity into satanic space, Without him I was indeed a stone; but without my ability to produce thunderous noise, Without him I was indeed a clown; but without any ability to make people leap in ecstatic melody and leap, Without him I was indeed a sleep; but without my 1 God – by Nikhil Parekh dreams and unprecedented realms of tantalizing fantasy, Without him I was indeed a palm; but without my battalion of profoundly embossed and divinely destiny lines, Without him I was indeed a heart; but without my overwhelming reservoir of passionately palpitating beats, Without him I was indeed a soul; but without my conscience or knowing the slightest about the spirit of my existence, And without God I was simply a Man; who although appeared to be normally breathing on the streets; but was irrefutably shivering and without life…..