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JeShUa…ThE… mIsSiNg…YeArS…
…At 14, during one of his meditations, Jesus is talking with his father in heaven about the new earth, where only joy and peace would reign. In the background the galactic hand is reaching out for love and truth…
-Akiane
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Jeshua-
The… missing… Years…
With an oak mask
the conscience hears
the acorns fall,
and all the hues of the rose
break down.
Do you exist
in the inanimate world,
if every raindrop shows no color,
not even white or clear?
You are the breathing survivor
of spiritual perfection
in the sevenfold universe,
where the center of the wonder orb
is shaken,
and I frame myself live,
sculpting out of myself
the spiritual fabric
to dress up all of you.
At first
the universe progress
feels like as statue
of melancholic fog,
and only your breath can know,
how sore my throat is,
as it spits out a heart bubble,
where my clear eyes
and woolen hair are seen.
Retiming your resurrected gaze,
I pass
the future earth
to you,
so you could write
my name on it
and pass it on
to everyone
around this slippery world.
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