Imagination Gospel Poems

when
sacred butterfly wings
lock in a 
spiritual dance
while
both
their
hearts
still 
beating
seeking their chance
through
the 
gospel wind...

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Headstrong, with an ageless broken heart,
I erased the memories of childhood,
And painted them back in frail colors, blushing pinks,
Pastels like jewels fading from my trembling...

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What if love is the religion,
and heaven a voice 
with no ego; 
synchronized in 
harmonious hope,
speaking dialects
of kindness?
What if hell is a myth, 
and evil...

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Sin begins with the heart,
Where dark desires may start.

Sin takes root in the mind,
Where temptation begins to bind.

Sin fuels the imagination,
And fans the fire of...

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I.

They burgeoned above my nostrils
With buds that obscured my visions
They walled my head with fences
Towered above my five senses
Distant from myself, things looked too low
Until...

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Sackcloth and ashes
blood and steel clashes 

carbon dust burnt at last 
digging the umber crust

sackcloth and ashes lie 
as time passes into the future 

it...

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She guides, she smiles, she invites
Hearts to hope, to relish her light
She inspires, she admires, she stirs
Compassion and joy, precious wonders
Unfolding in the spirit of...

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Cover this stained façade with my tears 
Streaking in rust down this immortal skin 
I see the ravens fire rise rocket into the dark sky...

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In the empires of my mind...
            Searching for the Divine.
     ...

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The day is long as my time is short
I walk the course of vengeance with a heavy heart
I see the pillars of flame...?

I see the...

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Angel of the Hollow Eyes 
of dark devices and secret lies 
of stone façades as shadowed fly

Mechanical things turn deep inside 
broken and cruel 
each...

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1.Ain Mashaq Trataka
2.Visualizing the naqsh
3.Divine Spark(source)
4.Divine Sparks(Hub)
5.Tasarruf(influence)
A to Z of Sainthood......

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Angel wait in detonated forms 
black ragged thorns wrapped 
around stained cruciforms…

Singular saints dark faint 
forms hide in corners not 
washed in candlelight 
as crows...

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God is not a building dedicated to one faith 
that icon of a dead Christ that’s a myth that man makes…

Because men must define the...

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I grip the shifting sands, the drifting dirt.
I pull the earth and let fall through these rough fingers.

I pull the power of raw nature. 
I...

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