Life comes as it is,
Just like a river flow,
If it is a mystery,
Accept it,
If you take away all mystical beliefs,
then everything was certain,
Then comes life as a pillar of faith,
for faith has no room,
no further discovery,
no more immortality,
All aesthetic festivities and creativities arrives from uncertainty,
even though
life seems to be beautiful,
bountiful.
Faithfully Yours,
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.

I am like a single-celled protist.
A shaped shifter that quietly dwells;
In a drop of water, with no fixed cells.
I move with my pseudopods.
To have you close enough, and engulf you;
Like phagosome, We fused anew.

I'm like the river, flowing endlessly.
Turning into pebbles, smoothed by time
And the river's currents rhyme.
I move with the rapids.
Where emotions flow
like meandering streams;
Navigating life's constant themes.

I'm like the growing moss.
After a volcanic eruption;
Growing stronger, in chaos' destruction.
I move amidst the barren rocks
Where shadows softly creep;
In nature's quiet keep.

I'm like an old bonsai tree.
Roots deep, filled with histories;
Whispering tales of time mysteries.
I move with a silent breeze
Branches reaching the sky,
With leaves never asking why.

As the universe unfolds,
I am but a fragment, playing my part.
Like a star moving with cosmic tides
In a distant galaxy that silently glides.
I am, therefore I am.

The motto
of one of the Inquisitors of The Church was:

"We would gladly burn a hundred,
if just one of them is guilty".

Sounds familiar?