He was looking down
through the clouds
into the pile of rubbish
accumulated underneath
No human could spot it
Only angels did
that is why they did not
decent
the last 2,000 years
It stunk
it was dirty
with re-cycled emotions
with overly-used words
with in-distructable beliefs
from the past and
other parts of the universe
And yet above it
there was the most amazing scent
the most amazing energy pattern
with intricate designs and
beautiful colours
with healing properties
and Eternity written all over it.
The flower of Human Divine Thoughts...
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sometimes its hard to even catch a breath being stuck under that pile
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