In the light of day,
In the darkness of night,
the divine,
with eyes that picture His dreams.
Mountains of gold,
rivers of crystal waters,
milk, honey, and wine—
He conjures them all,
grabbing handfuls
from the depths of the void.
Divine hands, divine power,
manifest especially in human form,
He savors each moment,
nourishing the spirit,
filling hearts with joy's feast.
In the dance of death,
where life's song intertwines,
He spins in the black shadows,
sings in the sweetest melodies,
in the fragrant garden
of His own manifestation.
Where vibrant colors bloom
and sweet scents embrace,
every petal whispers stories of creation,
every rustling leaf dances
to the rhythm of His command,
echoing the symphony of life,
alive with possibility.
MyKoul
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