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Welcomed by a home with greenery to be cooked, she builds a sweet mood.

graphs of my Universe
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Welcomed by a home with greenery to be cooked, she builds a sweet mood.
There’s home that’s missed lingering around the heart. Let it in with joy.
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There is memory shared around a round table at a starry night.
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Towers will mostly collapse of weak foundation…. Or the strongest quake
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There’s fire kindled, prayer sung, fragrance bellowed in ceremony.
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A white lamb on the lap of a dreamer daydreams of her dreaming sweet.
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White foam on turquoise sweeps back to dark blue deeper to where secrets are.
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The wings are flapping sprinkling blessings through the air. Breathe them. Be blissful.
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In Arabic angel is called malaaikatun or malaaikah or simply malaaikat (الْمَلٰٓئِكَةِ) literally meaning “power that governs”. In Islamic tradition the “power that governs” are grouped based on what type of assigned power they govern that are many and one of them is “power to govern protection”.
I always believe I am fully protected through the existence of the angels surrounding me although I am not interested to discuss about their form; people say angels have wings, others say they are made from light, some say malaaikah are systemic laws to run the universe, and so on and so forth. It doesn’t matter to me. That they exist and follow the assigned “power to govern” is enough for me.
Only when we listen, we will hear. We will hear the songs of the angels, the songs of universe, the songs of the heart, the songs of the soul. I prefer my angels to sing jazzy songs in this end of long weekend. 😁
Listening to heart…. 💗
Salaam.
Does heaven and earth exist other than in a lover’s smile? Yes. Dream.
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There is always first.
A tree greeting breeze and sky
Comes from minute seed.
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There’s always blessing counted through breathing. Close eyes, the air prays for you.
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Days hum with a smile,
Swiping hours of hunger
Leaving only joy.
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Romance is a dimmed space under a dome bedazzled with glowing stars.
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Get home, sweetly smile seeing beauty greets softly. How are you, my love?
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The rose apple is pink enough to be harvested. It’s the right time.
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About Lucy Van Pelt
Or I call it this, they call it that. It is it. Pronouns that fool around—
Some know, like telling. Some know, don’t tell enjoying the fun of knowing—
Some names are easy. Some are hard. All refer to one uttered many.
Some are fooled with words, some with views, lots with both. Few are clear with both
Which one is called a blessing? Ah…. Choose a door and say your oath.
Salaam.
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Super charged young boys can beat super charged old champs just with light laughter.
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A shadow haunts me.
How peaceful and safe knowing
One’s walking nearby.
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Life pace gets faster,
Food follows the same pattern.
Time and space collide.
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My nephews always want fast food. They said it is good and fast. On the contrary I am not a big fan of fast food. So we always go to fast food restaurants first for them to eat then they’ll drive me to local restaurants for mine.
It takes longer time but giving fair treatment to all fellow travelers are the right thing to do.
Salaam.
😘
Old bone works so hard
To chase young heart. Worth doing
For meaningful life—
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