MEDITATION

Many a time I lock into this channel to explore his domain
that resides within the mystery rivers that flow in the serenity of my brain.
His hurricane is made of drips that lull every sort of pain;
His omnipotent presence appears in the form of words
that do not get slain even if you use an eraser.
Meditation.
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His realm dwells within his name name
that is captured in any mystic mind.
He is majestic, therapeutic, one of a kind.
He takes blasphemy as mere solace and companion
through the journeys of expanding mental epiphany.
Meditation.

Hi drizzles contain intact drops that rain on my soul
in a streamlined perpendicular position.
His particular radiation surpasses the sun's forte
and denudes iniquity leaving my mind purely bare
with idyll and privilege of spectacular habitation.
Meditation.

His ubiquitousness heals my every part, from head to toe,
I'm intoxicated from his regular pervasion.
He coexists with progenitors and diurnal stars
that know only one language, one word and one emperor:
Meditation.

All your wishes will be indulged even though you utter without speaking,
he undertsands because reads minds and mights
and his palms contain sights
that no eyes can see.
He governs with superiority,
but may be sometimes called a tyrant by the ignorant.
Meditation.

He is a soul brother whom his existence can neither be depicted
by sense nor mind. His presense is not sensual but perpetual.
Invisible but visible to the eyes of the soul.
He is a number one victim of ghoul'.
His magnificence unfolds in every goal
that one unbelievably achieves.
Meditation.

He remains unshaken and substantial like leaves that do not perish
no matter what the season may be.
Come what may He is still the Deity
of mentality and I shall forever yearn for his amity.
Sweet tranquility he spontaneously bestows with leaking wisdom
that he subconsciously employs.
Meditation.

In my mental horizon he has his own village created with missiles of peace
that were not built amiss. Let me release
the showers of bliss that do not cease
to cleanse my kingdom within.
In his branch of wisdom I lean.
Meditation.

Multitude of words poured out in a platter cannot even begin to explain
his subtle omnipotence and superiority that is akin to the celestial essence.
Pyramids of humanity & mother nature repose in his cocoon that sprouts prosperity.
He carved the heaven's sculpture which exists as a talking celestial creature.
Me makes statues out of frozen winds.
Meditation.

In his world shadows live their own lives
and are caught in flamboyant various pictures.
Dyslexic Babylon is found contemplating and living by the scripture.
In his world only the righteous dwell.
Meditation, AGAIN, Meditation.
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