A poet, notorious for his blasphemous poems, went entangled in thoughts and words-words that could've been sentences-sentences that could have been his salvation-salvation that could have him find the Almighty.
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Writ on The last page of his journal:
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🌱You created the sky
you created the ocean
Look at us ohh dear God,
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Our pain has a rich hue.
For our beloved we Bled blue.
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I sin but pray and cry.
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How do I bow now?
How do I pray now?
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Snatch this heart away.
Snatch these eyes away.
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No need, no need.🌱
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He traveled the ocean and climbed the mountains, to have his heart cleansed of the worldly love.
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Wherever he went the beauty of the Almighty's creation tickled his sensual pleasure.
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But all those elements of beauties had his beloved's face and words writ broad over its facets.
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Now he stands neck deep in an ocean and cries:
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🌱"Release me, God. I've said and seen enough. I'm running out of time and I'm running out of words.
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Give me a sentence that cleanses my heart or I'll drown this body right under your eyes."🌱
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The overcast sky above roars and beats its drum, the horizon, misty and darkening, conjures up mountain-high tides. It approaches hastily.
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Eyes, now closed, perceives darkness profound.
Ears, fill with murmuring tides, roaring clouds.
An utter tranquilizing void, silences all and a voice from above makes itself heard:
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"He who has Love in his heart has Mine."
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💙🌱💙🌱💙🌱💙🌱💙🌱💙🌱💙🌱💙
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