Like the story of mysterious picture 
Are the stories of and about all the holy places.

No one will ever dare to spell otherwise.

Only the people who are made to be 
Innocent and selfless like little children
Can or will happen to say
That the king is walking naked
Or they can’t see any picture in real.

Be it is about Makah or Medina or Kaashi or Vatican.

They will risk themselves, for sure,
At the very angry mood of pretentious majority. 

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Common majority will ever be made, 
Moved by more of mob psychology, 
To pretend to be wise and talk
That they can see the picture, very great
And the king is dressed, very beautiful.

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God is nowhere with more intensity,
And God is nowhere with less intensity.
Neither cornered nor confined.
Neither concentrated nor diluted.

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If God is termed as the cosmic mind,
His intensity will be more in anyone’s mind, 
The fraction and reflection of the same cosmic mind.

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One’s mind or heart is the place
Where God settles in.

Where there is imagination, 
Of and about God,
Therein God happens to be,
And therein happens to be God living.