You think you can read me,
You can't
You think you know me,
You don't
You think you see me,
You are blind
You think you have heard my story,
You were deaf
You don't know, the depths of the fabrics
Woven inside me
The intricate complexities
Of my being
The nuanced textures
Of my mind
So don't assume
You've got me all figured out
Don't put me inside a neat box that fits
And label it using your labelmaker
The world's borders are manmade.
So don't draw a neat line around me.
I'm not created by a Man,
I was created by The All Knowing, The Wise
So Don't put limits on me
That He hasn't
Not everything, needs to go somewhere
Sometimes
Things can soar the heavens,
Without needing to land anywhere,
But ascend and reach the highest
Heaven
And there will meet
By His permission
All those you thought
Lived in boxes made by you
All those without
an anchor
Weighing them down
to this
Temporary world
By His permission
By His permission.
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