Hoping that ye find my words

I made food for my body,
But she feeds me daily,
With content and marvellous,
Like everything is victorious.

Thee have been seeking for me,
And I wait, wait, hoping that ye find my words.
Thee bell my sound, hello, here I am,
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Help, help, help, for thou have seeks for the words,
But He who is our Holy One, the Miracle Creator,
Let Him water our skin to be cleansing,
Then only can we open ourselves, knowing the truth is here

©️ Ismael Mansoor

So Mysterious

I thank myself for the miraculous safety,
And I thank you for your peace and patience,
And also, I thank the Earth for her understanding,
But hence, she will do what’s right for her sphere,
Like I would caress my body.

Listen, man, woman, child, boy, and girl,
Our bodies are like the Earth, but not exactly, of course,
But we live inside her, so think who lives inside us, our body,
But thee seek then tell something to thyself for thy truth,
But ye see to the sky, then thou sayth, like henceforth,
Well, I know it not of myself, but I must aware, like henceforth,
But one day thee visit me with some biscuits and drinks,
Then we smile and share about the things that evolve,
But one thinks, one’s words are not expensive but cheap,
How could he turn the cheap into so many profits?
I ask not of whoever can see me or hear my silence,
Whoever can, they should be our masters, but henceforth,
It is my thoughts, and I find it so mysterious.

©️ Ismael Mansoor