Poem: Utterly Unique And One Of A Kind.

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Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready for a journey of self-discovery? Then, buckle up because this poem is “Utterly unique and one of a kind”. It will take you on a ride like no other! It's like a rollercoaster of emotions, with twists and turns that will leave you feeling cheerful.

And the best part? You don't have to wait in line for hours to experience it! So sit back, but don't relax and let this work of art transport you to a world of self-awareness and connection.

So, if you're ready for a mind-bending, and at times, downright the need to pause and think, this poem is for you!

Verse 1

I was on the road as a night watchman, 
shaking the rattling from his hands.
When I look inwards at myself.
I see Khadosh.
Khadosh means one-of-a-kind, utterly unique, set apart—holy.
Now you know what and who is holy.

Awareness becomes an open, airy flow of doors.
The hinge loosed open, and everything tornadoes inward.
Lines and colours show up in neutral patterns.

An unveiling to see in the spectrum.
Tilting the radio frequency to sound—
Yes, we are the tip of the straight lines.

To know that the whole is inside the fragments.
Fragment, longing to join the whole.
Vibrations…
The one here, yearning for love, meets with the one there.
Surrounding yourself with positive vibes is as worst as your life.

That Khadosh in me, hope.
Heart made of thrones seats.
Joy in me, hope.

The structure is not like gold,
But since gold is the best,
Your creation element is gold.
You were mixed with good muddy waters,
Moulded by the Maker of the word maker.

Eternity is the soup that we are.
Stirring, bubbling, sizzling hot—peri-peri.
Once in a while, cold water will taste.
But most of the time, let’s agree with each other.
This world is in soup.

And though we are still meats and chickens,
Aromas are constantly lifting.

The kindness of iron steel runs through the staircase,
To meet the King coming from an endless search of self.
The marble floor is sweating; everyone feels it.
2023 is a year that, almost, if not for the sake of little— 
awareness would have been imprisoned.
The guard of the key is the person.


Verse 2

At a juncture, three roads lead to one.
Then draw in a circle.
Fire candle in the middle.
Fire is like humans.

Mind, Body And Spirit—all balanced.
Three roads that, when joined together, the body is on the floor, soul middle, spirit too eternal.
Spoiler—Does the body die?

Whatever has touched life goes back and gives life.
And the one beneath the ground is mysterious.
Source for many living things as plants.
—but for now, death is a 
separating element for three lives to part their ways and join in full.

If flesh dies containing its life (blood), what sort of life is amidst the floor?
Soil, like a hungry baby,
Suckling out every juicy tit from the bare skin.

Spirit is the light we carry.
Light is ever the same.
Light is now, here, then, in the future, yet in dreams —ever the same.
The Physics and Chemistry of light are tricky ones.

All hail to science, we know that space-time is instant.
That when photons are emitted, to that photon—
it is all of the years of existence in one.
Your spirit is the light you carry.


Verse 3

It is high time you know who you are.

Self-acceptance is the ultimate act of rebellion.
The realisation of God within that is the same, and 
Yet in part of God, the whole.

We are the fish in the sea,
Is fish not water?

What is going on here?
What is going on here?
Mothers weeping? Fathers crying to the sounds?
Screams of Yes.
What is going on here?

I have been looking for you,
Ripe apple.
It is me that is destined for you.
I was boomed out for a star-colliding effect.
Our father has sent me.
Can you see the billions swimming, trying to catch my pace?
Many of us love you.
Like a tornadoes that took a whole stadium audience,
So we rush up to you.
In great commentary, we tell each other stories about you.

I have been looking for you.
A spark of light, two electric wires —zzz

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