love and respect all

all is my world

i have already blasted my world

it halo around me like saturn's ring and leaving me anytime soon unless they naturally vanish away from me but they shall not go

i need my ring for my daily living and i am dependent on my ring

i need all for all the bad things they do to me

i need all the good things do to me

i wish to eliminate my ring

i must love and respect them as they are ~ all as they are


  • i do not have to shut any door
  • i do not have to open any door
  • all as they are is not threatening to me
  • i am not changeable
  • i am the only source of all
  • all are trying to reach me 
  • i have to give them my love and respect
  • in my world i cannot deny them my love and respect
  • it is unbearably painful for me
there is no way to heal myself from my self inflicted wound ~ i am stabbing me all the time by disrespecting and not loving my surrounding all as they are without change ~ none need be change for my sake ~ none need respect me or love me for getting my love and respect as much as i love myself and respect myself ~ unlimited and immeasurable ~ creator ~ i am the creator with unlimited love and respect for all without exception ~ i cannot make any exception

 this door opened in a circuitous route just like the dream yesterday of my brother kamal asking me that am i ready to leave at this very moment or some more work needed to be done.
this time the message came from my brother Gopal. I always thought he was on pain. we were in pain but he was not. he was at peace with himself. he loved everyone. my brother sonada was very critical of him. though he did more than him sincerely and loved genuinely us and me and ma. but he was irreducible. he could not make himself less because of love for us. that is what sonada expected. i tried telling him ~ there are three bones in our ear - i am told that makes us listen. it is not required that anybody says  ill but them can be simulated to hear wrong. he must have got the message immediately. he did not have any grief. joy shared my post in his fb. i found one hemant patil liking the same. then i discovered this beautiful lady bk shivani solving my deep wound of disappointment from not receiving love and respect from my family and others.

i am craving for love and respect and not receiving the same. i did not understand some people express love and respect using negative and hurting words. it is my misunderstanding only. i am the culprit where did i learn this manner of talking! not from anyone but me.

love and respect for myself and my world is irreducible and immortal and absolute



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