To write ka gal above means to blink with the word. The Creator unites all in search of 'Self'. absorbed in his prayers. The ego can feel shattered. The flow seems familiar yet unfamiliar. It is not under its own control! He himself waits with his lamp-oil and kodia for the light that shines in the color of ink. Sundaram sang… One morning came, who went and lit the lamp? The creator knows what is lit, but it may or may not be true! For whom does the light shine? Why does it reach others if it is revealed for oneself? What is the meaning of manifesting oneself by inflicting pain on oneself? Creator and man differ here. The creator is born from the nature of man and makes the lack of the world a tool. What cannot be kept secret by extinction is creation. Rumi says, 'Who decorates this garden? – your face?' – God say that the mystery is still unsolved even after the art. For whom do rivers flow? Why does everything that flows seem muddy? What talk of beauty do the mountains make to the ears of the sky? Seeing the sea evokes the feeling of being seasick in everyone's mind, but then what is it that shrinks? Creation is immortal. Creator is the pinnacle of humanity. Umashankar Joshi has said for the entire process of poetry creation… first I instinctively form the idea in my mind, then I take it down by asking myself. When we ask ourselves, we find quotations from the experience of the world, but the beauty of nature shines in what instinctively suggests. Creation is not difficult! The beauty of Bandhiar lake is not less! He who writes for himself covers the world. He who writes for the world can learn from the examination of his own observation. Writing to empty is a journey. Writing to be overwhelmed is a journey. While reading, both journey and journey are experienced simultaneously. Like Kant's line 'nature bound, falsified but reconciled' – such is the relationship between the creator – the reader and the world. All the language of the world seems incomplete before silence. Joy, if expressed in words, will lose its luster! Love can be expressed but the expression of love is limited to the confession of a lover to another lover. Then even love feels suffocated to be expressed. A creator is a creator only when he is creative. Round-the-clock duty takes the creator away from himself. All that the creator preserves becomes a bird's feather. Look at Hayman Shah's triptych… It's reserved, it's not seen. Harindra Dave's experience of writing seems to approach the sun. Every creator shows the moon rising not from the light of his creation. Which is tested to assume. There is a world but there is nothing new in the world – for which we have come. We have to create the 'new' and take care that it does not become 'old'. Prophet R. Joshi wrote suggestively… Touching the smooth skin of the rhythm, the time of lagi there, I have yet to give a name. The poet binds time with his letters by breaking the rhythm and rhyme of time. Returns the value of word. Improves the texture of the language. Language opens to everyone, but flourishes to the creator! The painter's language is clothed in colors. The sculptor's language makes art in a shape other than an idol with its stitches. This is the eternal beauty of art. All five elements are re-exposed by the Creator and given back to us. The knot that is not tied is solved by the knot of the mind. Dalpat Padhiar says… Let the mind shine there, let the other ways be, let water, wind and light flow that way. The power of the word and the flame known to those who have become wicks and are waiting for the light. 'Wat' is automatically obtained after making a vat. The creator is just one of the crowd. However, its atmosphere turns the crowd into a 'mela'.
On the Beats 'Evo Te Khe Ghat Jeevan Diya Ji, Keid Pawan Keidho Ji in the bubble.' -Jawahar Bakshi
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