On the very edge the living earth dared to replicate Queen Fathima The Queen of Heaven’s footstep. That way is graced by thousands of the prophets of ***!
In the name of Allah she descends on the Night of the Ascending. From the odd night an unnumbered zone The Night of Measure unlike the rest it doesn't geometrised is transcended location.
The earth steps in the gap making way for her: The only asymmetric Golden Ratio. Slips out to the symmetric prophet flock! Sequenced in symmetric phi she moves on in the veil, exposes her unique divine closeness her golden spiral reaches out closer to ***!
The great women flock mirrored the earth all along. Treading on every atom on that angle perfectly aligned down the Moon. Till those beneath the skin atoms bang, explode on approaching the vibration beneath Fathima’s foot!
The seven seas billowed up floating on the clouds. Choreographed like little dews hanging low on the rose just to drip down on that hot spot like a cool honey drop.
Even the Moon on the horizon fancies to sip from this drop. Ah, the lunar punter rowing down. The sleeping beauty wakes up eyes on the silver dance. Eying on every star in the night. The Moon is floating down slices of the moonlight pushing the boat full of fireflies rolling over to the cup of this pretty little drop. A poetry in motion is a sea on the ground in the sky the Moon is its title!
The storylines jump ever more on that way over the shady grove. Painting the colour of the winds the sky rains down on that spot singing the sweetest title songs.
Never were a woman prophet of *** nor was paradise hidden anymore to one woman it was the open shore! The heaven turns upside down turning for the earth the last stone.
For the rest of the rocks it was the stepping stone. As many times more the earth may try on it will still be tangent fluid until the very one woman The Queen Fathima steps on.
Her presence connects the dots the nadir and zenith perfectly line up intersect into one grand perfect circle. She will close it with the pi once for all without a gap spilling new decimals. At last putting it all on the map ‘as above, so below’, all in all, pure scientia scenario.
The heaven will open its grand door where The Queen will stand on. No more reverse engineering physically the original, Fathima will step on, on this last turned stone. Paradise starts from here on. From the one great woman from beneath the mother’s foot!