fools and folowers
folow the folowing:
lisening to a
woldly language,
speeking,
reeding and ryting it.
i’m a fool
sins i taak to u now.
u r a fool
sins u lisen
to me now.
perhaps, u
the hed of aal fools,
if keipabl of
fynding erors in my language.
I have to be
a fool
to share you
my wisdom now
to enlighten
you.
i learnt an
unworldly language.
stunned:
no dictionary
to lecture,
no doctors in
language to strive in the labour ward,
no grammar to
repair,
no sound to
suck your energy out,
no books to
make you dirty bookworms,
no alphabets
to bet 30 days cash back,
no words, for
God’s sake, to produce
imaginary
poets, talkative essayists,
life-sentenced
novelists, acting dramatists,
idle
philosophers, hybrid scientists.
i learnt this
mysterious noble language.
It really IS.
the most
beautiful,
the most
powerful,
the only
immortal,
the only
divine,
the only
Provident,
the first and
last wonder of the world.
the origin of
all origins,
the end of
all ends,
perhaps, in
your meaning less language,
GOD.
nobody can
speak it.
hence the
first and last wonder
no words in
it,
hence the
most beautiful.
no grammar to
purify it
hence the
only divine.
all languages
and all originate from it
hence the
origin of all.
its birth is
in the death of all,
hence the end
of all ends.
empowers to
communicate with Nature
hence the
most powerful
unlike other
L’s, provides you energy
hence the
only provident.
let me tell
you that damn open secret –
how to learn
it?
speaking, reading
and writing, impossible.
the only way,
listening.
i learnt it
being awake in sleep.
by drowning
alone into the deep dark noiseless bottomless ocean.
Unlearn
yourself to learn it.
keep quiet to
speak it.
die within to
make it born.
be lost to
find it.
be calm to
become it.
go nowhere,
then now here.
George
Herbert, the First Fool
i, the
Second.
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