There is a shining city
Beyond 12 gates of flame
Whose towers glisten radiantly like diamonds
And reach unto the sky, a swirling vortex of color
Where the souls of uncountable lifeforms swirl rotate about a tiny spark
Their adoration expressed in song
Both joyful and in lamentation
They speak the thoughts of the tiny center
A pure brightness so piercing and without description
That to even behold a fragment of it’s light
Or hear an echo of it’s true voice
Would flay the skin from a man instanteously with tongues of starfire
And turn him to salt
Collapse his innards
And tear apart the spatial and temporal fabric of his soul
This city is always changing
One minute Rome
The next another without name for earth was not the first nor will it be the last to be seeded with life
This city is everywhere and nowhere
The city is all places that have ever been or will be
And I have seen it’s great towers
And the multi-eyed, multi-winged, star galaxy hypercube dimensional hive minded creatures so old that they held hands with Source at the beginning
At the burning of the worlds before
And witnessed the unspeakable cataclysm that birthed this universe
God is the last to remember the time before when it was much like us
Because eventually we’re all that tiny spark
And eventually we all see the city.
We all remember the great undoing that birthed us
And how this is all a dream
We are all dreaming
Because we are all god remembering
Piecing together a picture
Of the times that god was just like us
Trying to live in it’s dreaming
God is too sentimental for it’s own good
Dreaming baby god
The fetus within the shell created by the multi-verse which dreams all possible outcomes and all scenarios and all worlds and even dreaming that which has no possibility of becoming substantial…for even the things that never can happen have happened
Oh baby god who is me and all things
I feel your absolute despondency and loneliness
For despite anyone’s convictions I know you are a lonely child…
Will you ever stop reflecting on the time before time?
I have seen the shining city
Beyond 12 flaming gates
Guarded by thousand year beasts
And the many eyes ones
Will you ever stop being so lonely?
God, you're so fucking sentimental....
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Shayari
कि हाये ये हमारी कमज़र्फी , कि हमारे पास वो लफ़्ज़ ही नहीं,
जो आपकी बेइंतेहा ख़ूबसूरती की वजाहत क��� सकें ।।
written by : me
dear, it is my inability that there are no words here with me, to describe your beauty.
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𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓑𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓭𝓪𝔂, 𝓜𝓼. 𝓛𝓪𝓾𝓻𝓪 🌟
I never thought that i would meet nice people/bloggers here on Tumblr. Even though we are foreign from each other and live overseas (or not), you didn't treat me as a nobody, instead, was so considerate to treat and greet me as a person 🥺😊💞.
@colourstreakgryffin @koyuki-the-flower @mrskokushibo @lovesickfornobody and other bloggers who encountered me...
Thank you all for being so nice, kind, and understanding when no one was it to me 😊🥺🙏🤝💞.
-yours truly, @misslauravillanueva 🇵🇭
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Sometimes it gets so dark
You can't see
You can't brush your teeth
You can't take a shower
You can't even get out of bed
You hold your breath
And hope it all ends
It feels like there's no end
No end to the darkness you somehow got yourself into
You try to crawl out of it b
But the is unclear and seems endless
And you can't see the light
You're in despair
All you see is darkness
It's so intense
You feel powerless
Insecure
The only place you feel safe is your room, the comfort of your bed.
The mere thought of going is terrifying.
...
Then...
All of a sudden mania hits
The high feeling excites you
It doesn't last long
You feel sad
Sad because you know
It's only gonna get worse from this point
You want to end it all
To feel the relief running through your veins
But you're scared
So scared it will hurt
Your thoughts are blurry
They cloud your mind.
Val
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maybe wishes later you and i are cooking a meal together, eating bits as they cook, drinking wine maybe. there's that warm yellow light above us, and a few plants which are definitely thriving. you kiss me after i kiss you, and we are goofy, happy and alive. and safe. at peace.
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