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*we can’t see that the null has a space
one day we will see it face to face
you are waiting here for that call
now we are trying to cross on that high wall

and who is calling thee?
you will not be right here
when I will be there on the line
spaces will keep us when our body will be fine

they will be checked out our passport,
then i will know,
i have no visa at all
and all my false will curse
so I will not get the pass
there will be only the holy verse

again, I hear who are calling thee?
today, he is standing alone on the no man’s land
i know, I did not make any real fund
and i will be bound to keep my passport on the empty hand

and who is calling thee?
where there is a lock I see
where is the key?
who is moving and where is she?
may be she is paying the fee

again the sound is playing for thee,
the end point null is the ultimate bar
when you will not think that the null point is an err
and you will not find any way to move so far
on the other hand they should be locked you into a Jar

do you know about the null think?
the null has an own existence that it will be shown

you are waiting at hell where I will be gone
when we should be punished
and then the judgment will be finished
where The Space of Null never be vanished

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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
punishment at the time of judgment because what we are doing that he will see and count all curses, though we can't see him(null) but we can feel her existence............
Kenshō Sep 2014
Over that wide arched hill
I will chase after thee.
Through wooded groves;
Through freckled fields of flowers,
Green, thick-barked towers!

¡Voyaging vagabonds!
Ahoy, we have entered the sacred ground.
The holy artifact is found inside,
As well as temples all around!
It is official! The Skies of Heaven have kissed the ground!
.Some light to equalize.
Lyteweaver Sep 2014
Have you ever wondered
what a rose sounds like?
Maybe a soft love song
layered with velvety notes
hugging closely
whispering sweet tenderness.

Have you ever wondered
what a rainbow smells like?
Maybe a fragrant potpourri
with layers of chakric potency
permeating the earth with aromatic energy.

Have you ever wondered
what a cloud tastes like?
Maybe ethereal cotton candy
whispering angel speak on your tongue
Melting in mouths with billowing sweetness.

Have you ever wondered
what wisdom looks like?
Maybe salty tears stained on a face.
Or creases caked with laughter
and frowns from falling out of place.

Have you ever wondered
what it's like to touch divinity?
Maybe it's just bathing yourself
in the harmonies surrounding thee.
Breathing a breath that
inhales omniscient unity.

Cradled by Arch Angel wings
you are a reverberating vibration.
An orchestrated cacophony
weaving ripples of love.
"Fresh rose drops from heaven
glistening with a tender glow
a tiara crowning the head
thy face is the only one
that beauty shall ever know" ...

"To glance at thy beauty,
with your diamond ribbons
falling by the wayside,
with many a kindred dreams
oblivious from what seems" ...

"The beauty you walk in
one shade or more, the rays
of sunshine beams forth thy days
but tells of goodness spent
from a heart of love innocent" ...

"To think your souls so divine
your forms of angels loving
tis sweet to think of define
beauty that follows your forms
only the beautiful would know" ...

Debbie Brooks 2014
Kenshō Sep 2014
The man who tries to prove a point is unsure of how sharp it is.
The man who comes to war with blunt weapons is confident in his own strength.

The man who comes with armor falls heavy into his own grave.
The man who comes naked is sure he will return unscathed.

But, not every warrior is the same;
And, no war can be fought in the shadow of divine aim.
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Bella Myers Sep 2014
collective consciousness arises from the root
to understand
is to flow
seek the goddess
then seek the god
return to the flow
glistening pool
without source
divinity is here
life is renewed
mass collision
familiar atoms turn to cosmic remains
that will again form the stars you see
as you look through your window
May all be free from suffering
love yourself
:)
i Sep 2014
and the way
he looked at her
was undoubtedly divine.
Kenshō Sep 2014
Sitting like every moment is the first one,
The ineffable center of the spokes of time.
The air that was of magic, that contained no chemical names-
Clothed me in childlike nature, and spoke to me in riddles and games.
The wonderful, glittery .. Cancer filled, jittery.
What is this cycle of anonymous names,
amongst what have I been born?
Cubical jobs and mechanical rich snobs.
Look: We contain something within us..
-Of it I could not speak-
But climb to the wilderness mountain like the rest of them did..
Behold my brothers and sisters the divine mountain still speaks!
I come in peace. Do not offend.
Kenshō Sep 2014
Legends ago, a story told by thee:
Secret whispering melody of an old wispy tree.
Planted ages past, a singular lordly seed.
Containing all extending branches of what your eyes see.

Round the bend the hidden grove,
Over the hill the beach line cove;
All of my scattered temples.
Oh the land there is to roam.

As I pass, you see me walk alone.
As if I'm almost not all there..
Its because I am busy everywhere
Exploring my forgotten home!

                                 -G
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