The Body and the Soul
The body is mortal,
to endure, it struggles,
Yet within it dwells a searcher,
The soul pulls towards the light divine.
Light needs no switch to shine,
God, the Creator,
is the eternal a straight light flame
He is well known doesn’t need fame
The mortal is shaped
for a fleeting span of time,
But the immortal
knows no death to comply
Spiritual vs. Material
What is Creator’s purpose?
A sacred measure,
where one becomes two,
and two returns to one
in the circle of the Divinity which is true
When the circle completes,
the body falls to dust,
But the soul, discards the clay robe first.
And when its hour strikes,
has walked its path of time.
it soars unchained,
returning to its Beloved,
The Light eternal always shine,
The body of candle is of wax,
melts into silence but its flame never extinguish
Yet the flame endures,
rising beyond seven skies,
seeking honor,
merging into the Infinite.
If its purpose is fulfilled,
that flame transforms to
an eternal light
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God
God is beyond all numbers,
neither zero nor measure,
not doubled, divided,
nor bound by sum or sequence.
When He wills,
a whisper—Be—
and the cosmos unfolds.
On the eternal tablet,
inscribed across seven skies,
His decree flows unbroken,
unerasable, unending.
Countless angels bow,
legions of jinn submit,
unceasing in flawless worship.
Yet He chose to shape man,
a being of freedom,
a heart unchained,
to stand between rebellion and surrender,
between Pharaoh’s arrogance
and Moses’ obedience.
From dust He formed us,
entrusted with will,
that the dwellers of heaven may witness
His justice, His mercy, His majesty
reflected in fragile clay.
And when man, with faith,
rises in obedience,
he surpasses angels,
he shines beyond jinn.
This world,
a fleeting shadow,
a breath shorter than a sigh,
is but the proving ground
where eternity is weighed.
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Life and Death
The Giver of breath, the Taker of soul,
One hand begins, the same makes universe, earth, and whole.
Each form that rises, destined to fall,
Its birth proclaims its end to all.
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Life flows from the His intention Hand that grants both birth and rest,
The Giver of dawn is the Giver of dusk’s chest.
All that is shaped bears the seal of decay,
Each form dissolves, each breath fades away.
The body returns to dust,
while the soul ascends, bereft of power, stripped of wealth.
Whatever rises is bound to fall,
for every ascent meets the decree of death.
Before all beginnings, He alone stood,
Beyond all endings, Eternal and Good.
Perishable is every shadow, everyone who takes sigh,
But the Creator remains, He shall never die.
No dawn precedes Him, no dusk draws near,
He is the First, the Last, the hard-drive makes Him Ever Clear.
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He fathers none, nor is He born,
No lineage binds Him, no flesh adorns.
No organs needed, no mortal frame,
Eternal the Light, exalted His Name.
Why seek the chains of mortal design,
When does the Divine transcend all lines?
Not through seed, nor womb, nor clay its all Creator design
But by His Will, creation sways.
To call all mankind His begotten kin,
Is to veil His glory, to err within.
Better to bow to the Truth supreme,
The One beyond matter, the timeless Dream.
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