His silent meditation heard the petals flourished
After that simple harmonic creation of roses,
We saw the ultimate end of the innocent faces,
Again the darkness happened
at the bottom of the conical flux,
Where all particles dissevered to light, air, and sound
And so on -
Except the souls which denied the dissever process,
Where they were settling under a certain dimensional array,
within a unique color code,
Like our universe that decorated the galaxies,
containing the Milky Ways,
our solar system within a certain order,
including our very know planet, the earth,
that has been changing his color since
the last several hundred million years,
Again it will be devoured under big crunch
and after that the space and time,
the big bang again,
The large expanding space like the prophet’s hope
Where we will meet together for unlimited love,
And the ultimate passion,
then our little robin will sing soon
We will wander through our galaxies,
with love and hope perches into our souls
from one light years to another light years
with thousands of whirling dreams

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

Man's profit: Gold.
God's profit: The world.
Man's Prophet: Sage.
God's Prophet: Man.

In which world do you stand?

-Stand grounded like the mountains-
-Stretch in the morning like trees-
-Hold the sky with your eternal head-

If the sky were to rain gold, it wouldn't be enough to satisfy even one man~

~The Gods cry diamond rain.