God Is Not in the Sky

Morsheda Amin

Description

God is not in the sky. God is not in the woods or not in the ocean. God is human beings and human beings are God. How so? There are similarities between the nature of God and humanity. God’s imagination Created this creation. Human beings play around with this same imagination using creative potential. God keeps things inclusive to love. Human beings feel guilty when they choose fear over love. God fixes anything that is imbalanced. Human beings survive and thrive by bringing balance anong truths. God’s spirit looks for only infinite abundance. Spiritual humanity is unstoppable, unbreakable when it comes to saving love and beauty. A spirited human being deserves all the abundance in the world in return for his/her bravery. God is absolute love and bliss in omnipresent form.The reason human beings miss out Godly blessing is because their reality makes them lose connection to the intuitive inner mind and they drift away from God to the crowded mediocre world. The book “My God” explains a loving God expressing through a true human heart. The character in the book finds that to know God is to love every inch of the universe.

Sujets

• Poetry

Informations

• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 11 octobre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669851349
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

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God is not in the Sky
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Morsheda Amin
 
Copyright © 2022 by Morsheda Amin.
 
ISBN:
Softcover
978-1-6698-5132-5

eBook
978-1-6698-5134-9
 
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.
 
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Rev. date: 10/11/2022
 
 
 
 
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Contents
My God
You
A Gift
Sadly Dreamt
Presence
To Begin
Married to Mermaid
Rain Incarnation
So Pretty
The Days of Mine
A Day at the Park
His Mellow Heart
You And I Are One
Thank You
Feel Good
A Young Night
Adored
Time has Come
To My Fellow Flame
Not the Same
Sights
With You
Love on Motion
Solology
Love Triangle
Keep
For My Love
In His Image
Work So Much
Soul Cutter
They Don’t Get You
Full of Care
Your Greatness
Relief
My Play with You
Shyness
You Are In
Ha-Ha-Ha
Virtuous
Work
My Fan
The King of My Heart
Hold My Hand
Life
Midday
Power is On
Balck Hole
Event Horizon
Fractal
See Through
Laws of Life
Poems
Fun
Spin
Vacuum
Matrix
E=Mc2
Love
Summer Time
Fantastic
Physics
Autonomy
Gravitation
Ferrets
The Little I Know
To All Flowers
Cops
Pouty Lips
On the top of the world
Don’t Hold Back
All About Me
Received
Trust
To Myself
You and I
Hair Cut
Window of Time
Gifts
Eternal
Remember Me
Autumn
Today All Day
Myself
Blue Bird
Rainbows
Minds
Beautiful Me
Heights
You God
To Evolve
Sunny Side Up Eggs
A Garden of Melon
Fire
Happy Home
To Know You
Water
Grateful People
The World
Woodpeckers
My God
Once upon a time love chose to be an expression.
The moon in the sky
became an ice cube floating on the drink called creation.
The sun walks around the sweet evolutionary tension.
No intentions pair to another.
Old days kings save dusty intentions in places.
 
Love includes the time and place.
Neither time nor place influence the tension to evolve.
Each inch of the world thrives on uniqueness.
Adversity makes a few mad.
Evolving is a matter of heart.
Heart intends to elluminate to entertain love.
 
Since then humanity corrects the wrong and sings for love.
Love asks music never before.
Humanity putting the excitement on the top of the voice
dive into darkness to reach out a piano.
She sings and he is the most dedicated fan.
Life force a piece of magnet grabs both of hypnotic beings.
 
Love is a matter of hypnosis.
Even though love has no body, its grace adors and resumes
a fascinating reality.
Reward lies in the integrated intuition.
Love jumps off of the cliff of heart to clean bull drops
in order to penetrate into presence.
 
The child in a man is released.
He eats crushed ice out of a snow storm,
dances with the wind, collects pebbles, sings water streams.
He has the music force to orchestrate an operation against illusion.
His body is not up rather spirit sings
trillions of action.
 
Life or death is not a question anymore.
Magnesity of love blinded the ground.
Death returns to life again when it is time while life clears the air
in order for sound to be heard.
The child in a man got not only a piano also a skill to
mesmerize ancient God by his songs.
You
For your child’s sake know better.
Know better enough to not to be bothered
by the tax, terms, conditions.
Contentions kill more inner children than war does.
With the departure of an inner child, presence leaves the world.
 
What am I gonna do with you?
I can’t give my inner little girl to you since armed up you
afraid of losing security to an imaginary enemy.
The lined up green trees hang fruits and invite bees.
You don’t see.
The pretension of vision may suck the juice out of my girl’s soul.
 
Your power to buy is only beautiful when
you roll on abundant Godly benevolence.
To receive your gift is to bear the burden of accusation since you
stole your wealth from creation which
was all yours in the first place.
You title yourself thief.
 
What do I do with a thief?
A thief belongs in darkness.
Are you intending to entertain my inner little girl with monsters?
Being with you doesn’t really make any sense.
You keep being someone who doesn’t exist out of ignorance.
Show me a thief in the world of innocence.
 
Know better.
Know that it is your birthright to be rich, famous and fabulous.
All you have to do is to free your inner baby from
fearful conventional community.
Creativity is your natural endeavor.
Love endorses creative you from the invisible.
 
You figure it all out.
I just want to trust you to have fun with you.
Safety first.
Then comes allowing my emotions to
conspire with spirits in matters.
Matters are beautiful.
I drink cocktail sunshine sitting on the seashore.
The seat next to me is still unoccupied.
Honor this availability.
A Gift
The sky over me hits me with light weaves during the day.
The same sky is a diamond store at night.
I buy jewels of wonder.
Night ends at the border of sunrise.
I take an abrupt U turn to adjust my perception to the sun.
Wind competes with my speed.
Gentle breeze cheers for obvious optimism.
 
You gave me a gift with a riddle in it.
The riddle is that my eyes see the subconscious, not con arts
that advantage seekers impose.
My soul meant to breath only, not counting the identity of
cheap, all available creativity.
The world is breathing short by fast pace creative works.
Just remember not everybody trips into space to
prove obnoxious.
 
Dirt knows the magic of germination.
Flowers wear scent on the petals under your supervision.
Your vision is only my wellbeing.
You gave me a dream as unique as my fingerprints.
It is so unique I had to reject everything to keep it.
What I didn’t discard is your sun, moon, and moist atmosphere.
Love is environmental grace.
Nature and I are one.
 
I love it the most when you respond to my secret desire.
I open my eyes and see the other pair of my desires is right here.
Soon enough desire rolls on the dirt of experience already.
Wish fulfillment is one action away, always.
I changed my wish.
What if I shine with everybody else?
You respond to this one too.
 
I unwrap my gift everyday.
The misled gain girls put stress on my joy by tantrums.
It took a long time to learn how to laugh at them.
Along with my laughter I watch your burning heart that
protects me.
Know that I am not going to put you down.
Sadly Dreamt
All done–ceiling, floor, windows and interior decoration.
Among all the colors pink came to mind first.
Girls’ hot pink fingernails hung from the front porch ceiling.
This nail place is going to be unique among all.
A whole body massage is on the list while clients dry their nails.
Soothing talks, soft music and army discipline urge to sing register.
The best nail artists are going to roll on paychecks.
 
The whole plaza ate fried chicken drumsticks at the grand opening.
Singing quire came.
Gift bags are given out.
Expanse knows no limits.
 
Someone looks at the dollar sign in exchange of bubble elegance.
When intention is money and image is made to take advantage of
people’s ignorance,
there is a problem.
A human being is ignorant till she ignores knowledge.
No one can be ignorant forever at linear matter.
 
It is a tough time when war sucks money.
Here money’s too tight.
Food, car gas and bills inhale all like sea dragons.
Someone is naive not knowing dollars
and grace are the same thing.
Wrong timing.
Greed is already a path too slippery.
On the top of that wounded pride cuts short employment.
Fear of loss, employees’ bitch eats someone alive.
Hell, hell, hell hissing fire burns down the building.
Anger eats elegance shamelessly.
 
God says hit the rock bottom and stay in the cue.
Someone needs to begin anew.
Presence
Beauty comes down from heaven with heavy gravity.
It has a shape to make me feel playful or comical.
It is either soft and moist or hard and dry.
Temperature is another possibility with a mild smell.
Whatever the beauty is, it invokes my sorrows.
My sorrows weep or bang a wall thinking
why they can’t love more.
Rain pours water in the cups of earth.
Rain has emotions and no tenacity at all.
Fuller drops fall into the cup of my heart
and I adore them in respect of
invoking my sorrows.
Sorrows see the details of rain drops as mothers know her child’s
specta