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THEORY OF UNDERSTANDING

Ounce life is better than a wet bug crop
Life is a bound of grain with reasons.
The beauty of depth is a reason for clarity.
Who knows? Who understood?
Is it a bug? or an insect in its closest?
Perhaps not, the dim of life
Has covered focus, is it the beauty
Of clarity? Charity poured out
Simplicity as ocean.
Is turbulence an Oliver-twist of the future?
Future gathered grains as whit
Chaffs are sieved for whit.
The beauty of understanding
Has been announced.
Whit is a picture of understanding.
Chaffs are bunch of rudiment,
Its capacity is hidden under carpet.
Flood of argument is hidden.
Understanding maneuver its way
Wave lost its cause,
The path to patient never know its cause

Who is understanding?
The theory that fathom
Complexity never waste.
Focus never groan, submerge absorbed huh.

NOTHING IS COMPLEX

What is simple in our world?
A piece of slit around our world
Complexity journey to the east
To sojourn with beauty
The way of beauty
Is made of brass
And steel.
Is it strength of a plane heart?
A homeless man
Cries like a donkey,
That is he has no meal for the year.
Nothing is complex
For the simple man
A humble fellow
Never flow with diversity.
Devise insist to simplicity
An ocean do not gather at once
But once the world is made.
Simplicity is an uncle to goals
Goals with focus built our world.
The world of complexity
Is built by pompous heart.
A simple man is an ingredient
Of many combinations.
Love and peace is vital
The taste of good is simple.
The world is fragile
Made in beauty, painted with charity
Clarity is the store of house charity.
Gull rely on the wall of crystal
A mash for beauty stars arose
For something, an opinion
For many.
Man lives for something.
The thing is simplicity, simplicity a heart of adoration.
Rose made life simple
A redolence of charity is not an option.
A simple heart crave for love
Option is not given to the dreadful.
Love is the foundation for simplicity
The root of simple
Never lack wisdom
Sagacity is the city of humility
The city that is flooded with citizen of wisdom.
Nothing is impossible under
The heavens, the earth
Is composed of impossibilities
But possible to whom that reside in possibilities
The heavens is the picture
Of great price of possibilities.
Gold for silver,
A deal of the simple
Love is simpler
Than steel, water
Flow with ease is the beauty of simplicity.
The world of love is a picture
Of soft word, hardness
Is swam of complicity.
The site for possibility
Is not a mirage but an
Image that ants can see
Feels and create a room
For its members, love drill
For reality, is for the simple.
Lack is complex, its begins
Is with an insect of unusual itch
A fodder of colt