I was a helpless birth born as a half-fish
and half-human woman in the body of a mermaid.
Danger lurks, Giant killer whales
This sea world full of sea creatures, sharks
and other terrible and strange aquatic
creatures is scary for anyone is...
Helpless little fishes
I want to come and be born in this cruel
world that preys on other aquatic creatures
in the order of small to big.
It did not come by anyone's will
Is this the result of our birth karma?
Or the cruel pleasures of God's creation?
Who I am? Half human?
Also have a melting heart,Therefore I am thoughtful.
Who created this cruel world that is not
satisfied with each other and hides
somewhere and entertains?
God?
Or nature?
Who is responsible for this?
No matter how much I think about it,
I can't get a grip.
When my mind is occupied with such

melancholy thoughts I either swim among
the coral reefs with the beautiful colorful
fishes at the bottom of the sea
Or on full moon nights when it rains like
this, this rock would have come.
This is a comfort to my mind.
From a distance of a thousand feet, the shore was pounded
It is an indescribable awe to me to see the
ceaseless repetitions of the receding infinite ocean...
Somewhere on the coast
The melodious sounds of the sea breeze
drifting through the bamboo groves are mesmerizing.
Sometimes the day comes as well as the 
night on this beautiful beach.It is a deserted beach,
but occasionally there are tourists...
It is reached here...
All that time I was hiding in these cliffs
Look at them and listen to their little stories...
She was once a human woman who looked like me...
When the man also reached here
I was very fond of human birth.
Their love, Antics... emotioned me ...
I was fascinated by their clothes and ornaments...
Above all, I was infatuated with their
Ragardrabhavas...

I felt sorry for myself as I thought about my
wasted life to be trapped in these dark seas...
When I thought about it later, I forgot all
that.There are so many fish born in my half
race who are in more difficult than me,who
are struggling in these dark seas without
even the blessing of sight.
At that time I was at peace with my limited luck.
But from my thinking as a half-breed of
thinking man, some basic questions about life or living.
It was always humming.

Why is every living thing born in this
world?
Why die?
Still unanswered...

The question stands in front of me.
The wise can see that behind the creation
of the universe and all the things we see today,
There has been a planned action of a supreme consciousness.
Separatists and materialists cannot see this.
Because these are superficial intelligences.
Inanimate matter can never transform into consciousness.

But there is no sense in pinning the
authorship of all this on an individual creator.
Anything that has a fixed form at a point in time
Being born and perishing at another point,
but who created God with that form?
Not only that, but the fair question remains...
One created a living being and experienced
heavenly life and another
A God who creates living beings and
makes them experience a hellish life can only be partial.
No rational and righteous person can
describe such a personal God as merciful.
Then the reason for this present condition
of each living being may be the result of
the karmic feelings accumulated in that
indefinable soul through births.
Nothing in the universe perishes, only changes, It happens...
Like the rising and setting of the sun,
everything is cyclical.
I watched with rapt attention when an angel
and one of his disciples came to this rock
and discussed the universe for a long time.
Their comforting light is what motivates me
to think like this. That light is of universal love of world connection,
It is the basic philosophy of all sisterhood.
Which encourages loving the world and
looking at everything with compassion,

seeing this world as part of a single entity.
Every particle of life comes and vests in
itself according to the condition of
ignorance in its previous birth karmas.
Acceptance of physical forms is birth and rejection is death.
The light of this vision is for me in my
future life giving comfort even in death.
There is no point in thinking more and going into the forest.
So the thought-loving mermaid slowly got
off the rock and went back to her world.

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