The book that came to me #5

So there were many retreats happening simultaneously. 
If you don't follow, it's a series about how this book came unto me.
I'm linking the previous poems in the series below.
So maybe look down and you'll catch up, you know.
So, like I said before... retreats in many languages.
And all of us had to wear these identification badges.

The one that was given to me,
Well, the print was overlapping, you see.
My name was printed all over my age.
And that was somewhat to my advantage.
I had all kinds of kids from the youth retreat.
Thinking I was alone, so they were all so sweet.
I made a lot of young friends.
Although I didn't pretend.

And when I sat in the appropriate retreat hall,
all the people would drive me out thinking I was truant and all.
There were young volunteers half my age.
Yelling at me all outraged.
Thinking I was just bunking.
Unable to let go off my parents in the adult retreat.

I had to explain to them...the topics being discussed would not be applicable to me.
I was way past career choices, studies, honouring parents and virginity.
So Potta was very good for my confidence and ego.
Made me feel like a winner at some casino.
I did have a whole lot of fun.
We'd all meet at a spot during the tea break daily.
And have decent, good fun and go crazy.

It's like I was someone with multiple personalities there.
Mostly praying and learning about spirituality.
Playing and having fun at tea time simultaneously.
And there were just different groups I hung out with through the day.
Because everyone felt pity for the girl who came all alone anyway!

Everyone just felt really sad for me.
So when I'd go to the dining hall, multiple groups would save a spot for me.
People were just doing it out of the kindness of their hearts. 
But that was the beginning of so many lasting friendships, the start.
I made friends from all across India.
All age groups right from this kid who refused to leave my side.
To really sick old people who couldn't even walk beside.
Remember, my original plan was to ignore and stay away.
But to my accidental happy dismay.
Nobody allowed me to be a loner out there.
Exactly the opposite of what I had planned and prepared.

-RUELHA 
www.ruelha.com 
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This is a series of poems describing a week in my life four years ago. I encourage you to read it in the correct sequence. I have listed them here for your convenience:

  1. The book that came to me #1
  2. The book that came to me #2
  3. The book that came to me #3
  4. The book that came to me #4

19 Comments

  1. SMiles i Could be Wrong Yet
    i Doubt it.. It Seems the Book You Received

    Is A Bible

    Yet There

    Is A Built in
    One Much Greater
    As Long As Whole

    Healthy Humans

    Come To Pass

    Built-In From

    Within At Birth
    Nurtured From
    Love of An
    Entire Village
    With No Books
    At All origin By

    Birth Human
    Kindness For

    The Stranger Child
    Sitting Next To Another
    Child Beyond Pre-Conceived

    Notions
    For Judgements
    Promulgated By

    A

    Book

    It Appears

    Indeed Your

    Neighbors

    Shared

    This Greater

    Book With You
    And Broke Your โ€œIceโ€

    i See it on

    Your Face

    Communion
    Of Community

    i See this

    Book On All

    The Faces The

    Blood of Love

    The Food And

    Drink The Book

    Of SMiles For All

    The Church i
    Visit established
    By Long And

    Exclusive

    Faces

    The Children
    Of Smiles Frowning

    In Older Ages

    It Doesnโ€™t

    Have

    To Be

    This Way
    Not A Village

    With A Real Book
    More Often

    At
    A
    Dinner

    Table of Love
    Sturdy Legs

    Holding

    Up A Way Of Love

    Not A Book Cherry
    Picked Rotten To

    Send Those
    Born Different

    To Hell Forever
    When Some

    Children

    Feel Their

    Only Way

    Out

    Is Suicide

    A God For All
    LoVE iN Deed

    A More
    Suitable

    Book of SMile…

    Most People Are
    Too Weak to
    Speak up

    For

    The Outcasts

    Of this Life

    Indeed

    Most
    Folks

    Are

    Taught
    By Books
    Not to be

    LoVE iNCaRNaTE

    For All The
    Book โ€˜The
    Childโ€™ Sees

    With

    Eyes

    Of God

    AKA

    Love For All…

    Itโ€™s True In The
    Record Books There
    Are More Of Those
    Books Where i Live
    Than Anywhere Else

    Yet The
    Fear And
    Hatred

    Of Those

    Who Are
    Different

    Expressed
    That Those
    Not Part of Their
    Group Think Book

    Will Burn

    Forever

    Face Palm
    Thick Even

    As Goats
    Attend
    The

    Church

    Across

    The Street

    Versus The

    Church Next

    Door With Sheep

    Indeed There Is

    A Greater

    Book

    For All

    Look Within

    Seek And Find

    The Love For All

    Some Verses Like
    Luke 17:21 Hint
    At it

    Yet

    Are

    Clear As Mud

    Others Say

    God

    Is

    Love

    That Much is Clear
    If Love For

    All

    Unconditional

    Means Unconditional

    And

    No

    Means No Period.

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