the straws

the straws i was made to gather are very fragile and it is impossible to make any permanent structure that would last a season. I have to keep doing thatching my roof day in day out all my life and i am doing the same.

why?

today i know they are baseless assumptions or intuitions. they are false as false as false can be.
i-thought-so i-believe-i-saw-that-myself ...

i know all is wrong deeds. it is impossible a create any shelter even for a moment to live under the sky in my world.

illusion

yet i do this day after day even after i know even though i know it is unbearable to lose roof thatched by me or to live in the house where water is flowing above my head and i am sitting on a haystack.

i must quit living on dream.

however it is right to live on dream knowing that it is all dream.

it is right for me.

yes there is one and only reason ~ i cannot disobey.

who?

creator of my dreams.

botany bay was the name he gave to his plane. he flew the same to hiroshima to drop the bomb on a living city to kill 150000 human beings instantly and causing a destruction that had no mention in the history of this planet. it definitely was wrong deed and he knew it.

yet what he did is right while that was wrong for every person on his planet.

he did it right because he had no option.

i am doing wrong always, right from the time know; but it is right and always right. i am commanded by absolute.

i have no option but obey and in silence as intended. i am watched and over seen and cannot escape from doing.

my doing wrong is right.