My silence

In the paradise. I, of course, need not say do or think. They do not happen. In paradise there is no poster in any language. In fact posters are playful paintings. Sounds are songs and music. Love is pervasive every where.

What can I do now? I am the first living human after Yudhisthira. I have some actions still left.

In the paradise all is all knowing. Plants know all. Insects know all. Animal know all. Knowing all is permanent in paradise everywhere. I alone do not know. One cannot teach. Before I open my mouth to speak I am heard.

I can only make music painting stories for nobody else but me. whatever i do or not do it is universal knowledge. 

there is nothing unknown or insufficient ~ simply is elastic as per demand. the choice is to be infinite ~ there is no big and small ~ all is all always. Paradise is unlimited without a choice.

One other detail I wish all to know if one is curious about nature of paradise or one is making a film on paradise ~ nothing ever can be changed in paradise. You see a rock you pick it up and slice it on a still pond surface. I do it but then i see the rock is still there in front of me. unless the rock decides to do frog leaps over the still surface of the pond synchronized with my action. Paradise is forever synchronized. None knows or tell cause and event separately. Event is it's cause.

each and every entity in paradise possess will and they remain forever unchangeable. All events happen as they ought to happen. if you are counting - time. It is your choby divinity whom ice. There is time no chronology no before no after.

Every morning I am awoken up by divinity real and we play in divine silence.

Now that I live in Paradise, what do I do? All my doing is what divinity lovingly creates. i am only in harmony. This doing is my very best efforts.

I could not believe my eyes when I punched a big boulder. I reaped into it; my arms length was in it. When I pulled my arm out - both my arm and boulder are in place and same as before I punched!

seeing is believing. there is no time!!! nothing ever happens.

In ancient literature - पुराण - it is called MAYA ~ माया।

I can no longer open my mouth by my own volition.

In paradise, Sun rises in east and sets in west, night descends, stars twinkles, .... But without reason. It is not due to earth is round and rotating or circling sun but it is part and parcel of paradise. I have choice of assuming and not assuming.

I have freedom. I have independence.