#kaaba - Hello Poetry

locus can be the Kaaba, where pilgrims of peace can gather in the sacred lands of Mecca, Greek, Spanish and Italian whatever the language be there multicultural ethnicities can be invited all under the safe umbrella of Islam. Umrah and Hajj different activities thus meaning, travellers maybe free of distraction and have their hearts anchored on some ease.

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22h ago

Jun 2, 2026 at 10:03 PM UTC

Ikhlasandrighteousness

The place where the evil can be purified

locus can be the Kaaba, where pilgrims of peace can gather in the sacred lands of Mecca, Greek, Spanish and Italian whatever the language be there multicultural ethnicities can be invited all under the safe umbrella of Islam. Umrah and Hajj different activities thus meaning, travellers maybe free of distraction and have their hearts anchored on some ease.

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Sasha Milivoyev BLACK STONE Mecca, Saudi Arabia Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska By the Black Stone Sinful, on my knees, with tears in my eyes, I'm pleading, begging for forgiveness, when blood-red turned the skies, the stone grew darker, blacker than night, and it used to be white, as luminous as the daylight, when from the Garden above, it fell many a warm Mays ago, when it fell from Jannah, far, far down below, it was whiter than milk and whiter than snow, blackened from within, from human malice and sin. Never let it slip away, the dushman came from far away, tried bringing Kaaba to its knees, killing Muslims, the desert still bleeds, covered in corpses, devoured by rodents and beasts. The Judgement Days are dawning soon. The Sun will stop, merge with the Moon, Into the particles the hills will be shattered, spill like the honey that is melted, Allah will be a righteous judge to everyone, To the fires of hell, the monsters will succumb, The stone will shine with whiteness of dazzling purity, The stone will be singing eternally, The songs of joy, love and harmony. Saša Milivojev Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska www.sasamilivojev.com Copyright © by Sasha Milivoyev, 2022

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Sep 7, 2022

Sep 7, 2022 at 3:18 AM UTC

sasamilivojev

SASHA MILIVOYEV - BLACK STONE (MECCA, SAUDI ARABIA)

Sasha Milivoyev BLACK STONE Mecca, Saudi Arabia Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska By the Black Stone Sinful, on my knees, with tears in my eyes, I'm pleading, begging for forgiveness, when blood-red turned the skies, the stone grew darker, blacker than night, and it used to be white, as luminous as the daylight, when from the Garden above, it fell many a warm Mays ago, when it fell from Jannah, far, far down below, it was whiter than milk and whiter than snow, blackened from within, from human malice and sin. Never let it slip away, the dushman came from far away, tried bringing Kaaba to its knees, killing Muslims, the desert still bleeds, covered in corpses, devoured by rodents and beasts. The Judgement Days are dawning soon. The Sun will stop, merge with the Moon, Into the particles the hills will be shattered, spill like the honey that is melted, Allah will be a righteous judge to everyone, To the fires of hell, the monsters will succumb, The stone will shine with whiteness of dazzling purity, The stone will be singing eternally, The songs of joy, love and harmony. Saša Milivojev Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska www.sasamilivojev.com Copyright © by Sasha Milivoyev, 2022

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The pyramid is the final vision beyond which there is no passing. It is a moving Kaaba, carried away by angels and forces. There is no way out of the pyramid. When I reach the top it becomes less important as a top and a point. The only way out of the pyramid is to attack it, which would attack beauty and attack simplicity. Observing it is like having every answer given and every mystery solved, except Its own mystery. The Messenger is the Pyramid of Reality.

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Dec 25, 2020

Dec 25, 2020 at 3:01 AM UTC

ChadYoung

"This is the celestial Kaaba"

The pyramid is the final vision beyond which there is no passing. It is a moving Kaaba, carried away by angels and forces. There is no way out of the pyramid. When I reach the top it becomes less important as a top and a point. The only way out of the pyramid is to attack it, which would attack beauty and attack simplicity. Observing it is like having every answer given and every mystery solved, except Its own mystery. The Messenger is the Pyramid of Reality.

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