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Sitting under the tree
meditating
Smelling of a fresh mowed grass
Running along the river
I can hear the wind blowing
behind my ears
Listening to the Coltrane every
morning when I wake up
those are the pleasures
of my life, I thought.
Thought  boat has finally
set the fine course
Thought I've
reached it.

Still there is a lone bird
chirping deep inside.
Singing a new song
every time
I forget.

I think it's fine that
he is down there
I really don't know
what my life
would be
without him.
we have
different perspective
in looking at
different
angle


©IGMS
We are guided by our own point of view.
We judge according to our perception, philosophy and beliefs.
So don't talk if it is not necessary.
It may harm other people.

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I will let you know my BELOVED
When the time is ripe
For my soul to unite with
The universe & dissolve in it

Then YOU won't see me physically
Yet feel my undying LOVE for YOU
For that...  You've to look into
And feel the Nature

At the sunrise and sunshine
At the moon and moonlight
At the stars and milky ways
At blooming flowers & showering rains
At the cool breeze and ocean waves
At the rustling leaves and grass blades
At a lonely path & misty meadows
At your hand - without holding mine
At the imprints of my footprint
Besides your footwear
And
At the INBOX lonely waiting
Without my emails & love-letters

Feel & experience -
My LOVE & my SOUL
That lives within YOU &
That LOVES YOU...

I ever will ETERNALLY
Even after passing from
Our universe & beyond...


in the darkness,
there are different kinds of light
.
there are lights that;
too bright for you to see the truth,
too dim for you to distinguish the reality from fantasy.
there are also lights that may burn you down.

but the best of all is the light that comes from him---
Our Father.

Our God

©IGMS
lesson #4 from moth

To be able to distinguish the different kind of lights is to open the eyes of your heart.

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Sub-human thing.
Unsubtle sting;
a barb that pierces.

My body sings a song that echoes owl screeches.
The moon, it gapes;
my one escape to the farthest reaches.

Out on the fringe, my fur is tinged by embers burnt into the skin
to be met with gnashed teeth and claws that grasp at meat within.

Sub-human form;
body transformed into a nightmare.
A howl that drowns out all and every modern trapping.

Run away and I'll give chase.
Red blood boiling through my veins.
Tearing flesh with filed fangs;
enamoured with the taste.
She combs pink planets through her hair
Galaxy girlfriend face
It’s space travel there and everywhere
Saturn question and comet care
Strangers tread lightly
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I have been grieved by numerous trials
My faith, You've tested by fire.
You revealed Yourself,
And I came to know You
More than Your Name.

I love you,
Though I have not seen you.
My belief was kept in my innermost self,
And You filled me w/ Your glory.

I was so ignorant, that was the former me.
"You shall be holy, for I am holy," You told me.
Make my heart pure, overflowed by Your love
To obey Your truth, for I have been born again.

As the grass withers; as the flowers fall;
Your Words remain in me.
"The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God endures forever." - Isaiah 40:8 (NIV)

For, "All people are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall, - 1 Peter 1:24 (NIV)
He.
He was the stars in the sky,
In which I put my faith.
He was the moon,
To which I stare unceasingly.
He was the sun,
That lighted up my days.
He was the trees,
That gave me oxygen to breathe.

He is the voice,
That makes me cry at night.
He is the fist,
That makes flinch every time.
He is the hand,
That pulls the trigger,
And takes my life.
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