God Is Not in the Sky

By Morsheda Amin

God is not in the sky. God is not in the woods or not in the ocean. God is human beings and human beings are God. How so? There are similarities between the nature of God and humanity. God’s imagination Created this creation. Human beings play around with this same imagination using creative potential. God keeps things inclusive to love. Human beings feel guilty when they choose fear over love. God fixes anything that is imbalanced. Human beings survive and thrive by bringing balance anong truths. God’s spirit looks for only infinite abundance. Spiritual humanity is unstoppable, unbreakable when it comes to saving love and beauty. A spirited human being deserves all the abundance in the world in return for his/her bravery. God is absolute love and bliss in omnipresent form.The reason human beings miss out Godly blessing is because their reality makes them lose connection to the intuitive inner mind and they drift away from God to the crowded mediocre world. The book “My God” explains a loving God expressing through a true human heart. The character in the book finds that to know God is to love every inch of the universe.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 11, 2022
• ISBN: 9781669851349

Morsheda Amin

I love poetry. I have been admiring poetry since I was a child. The admiration put me in front of one question: where does the feeling of love come from? I used to look in the beauty of sky to find my answer. I looked at the beauty of roses to find my answer. It took a long, long time for me to realize that I am magic and I am made of love with so much creative potential inside of me. Now I look back and laugh at my confused mind. It was not actually my fault that I couldn’t see my power like a tree doesn’t think about the fertility of the soil. But we human beings need to think about our power so we can use it righteously better. Now I am a thinker of “magical human inside.” I am fascinated by the magic and write my fascination through my writing.

Book preview

My God

Once upon a time love chose to be an expression.

The moon in the sky

became an ice cube floating on the drink called creation.

The sun walks around the sweet evolutionary tension.

No intentions pair to another.

Old days kings save dusty intentions in places.

Love includes the time and place.

Neither time nor place influence the tension to evolve.

Each inch of the world thrives on uniqueness.

Adversity makes a few mad.

Evolving is a matter of heart.

Heart intends to elluminate to entertain love.

Since then humanity corrects the wrong and sings for love.

Love asks music never before.

Humanity putting the excitement on the top of the voice

dive into darkness to reach out a piano.

She sings and he is the most dedicated fan.

Life force a piece of magnet grabs both of hypnotic beings.

Love is a matter of hypnosis.

Even though love has no body, its grace adors and resumes

a fascinating reality.

Reward lies in the integrated intuition.

Love jumps off of the cliff of heart to clean bull drops

in order to penetrate into presence.

The child in a man is released.

He eats crushed ice out of a snow storm,

dances with the wind, collects pebbles, sings water streams.

He has the music force to orchestrate an operation against illusion.

His body is not up rather spirit sings

trillions of action.

Life or death is not a question anymore.

Magnesity of love blinded the ground.

Death returns to life again when it is time while life clears the air

in order for sound to be heard.

The child in a man got not only a piano also a skill to

mesmerize ancient God by his songs.

You

For your child’s sake know better.

Know better enough to not to be bothered

by the tax, terms, conditions.

Contentions kill more inner children than war does.

With the departure of an inner child, presence leaves the world.

What am I gonna do with you?

I can’t give my inner little girl to you since armed up you

afraid of losing security to an imaginary enemy.

The lined up green trees hang fruits and invite bees.

You don’t see.

The pretension of vision may suck the juice out of my girl’s soul.

Your power to buy is only beautiful when

you roll on abundant Godly benevolence.

To receive your gift is to bear the burden of accusation since you

stole your wealth from creation which

was all yours in the first place.

You title yourself thief.

What do I do with a thief?

A thief belongs in darkness.

Are you intending to entertain my inner little girl with monsters?

Being with you doesn’t really make any sense.

You keep being someone who doesn’t exist out of ignorance.

Show me a thief in the world of innocence.

Know better.

Know that it is your birthright to be rich, famous and fabulous.

All you have to do is to free your inner baby from

fearful conventional community.

Creativity is your natural endeavor.

Love endorses creative you from the invisible.

You figure it all out.

I just want to trust you to have fun with you.

Safety first.

Then comes allowing my emotions to

conspire with spirits in matters.

Matters are beautiful.

I drink cocktail sunshine sitting on the seashore.

The seat next to me is still unoccupied.

Honor this availability.

A Gift

The sky over me hits me with light weaves during the day.

The same sky is a diamond store at night.

I buy jewels of wonder.

Night ends at the border of sunrise.

I take an abrupt U turn to adjust my perception to the sun.

Wind competes with my speed.

Gentle breeze cheers for obvious optimism.

You gave me a gift with a riddle in it.

The riddle is that my eyes see the subconscious, not con arts

that advantage seekers impose.

My soul meant to breath only, not counting the identity of

cheap, all available creativity.

The world is breathing short by fast pace creative works.

Just remember not everybody trips into space to

prove obnoxious.

Dirt knows the magic of germination.

Flowers wear scent on the petals under your supervision.

Your vision is only my wellbeing.

You gave me a dream as unique as my fingerprints.

It is so unique I had to reject everything to keep it.

What I didn’t discard is your sun, moon, and moist atmosphere.

Love is environmental grace.

Nature and I are one.

I love it the most when you respond to my secret desire.

I open my eyes and see the other pair of my desires is right here.

Soon enough desire rolls on the dirt of experience already.

Wish fulfillment is one action away, always.

I changed my wish.

What if I shine with everybody else?

You respond to this one too.

I unwrap my gift everyday.

The misled gain girls put stress on my joy by tantrums.

It took a long time to learn how to laugh at them.

Along with my laughter I watch your burning heart that

protects me.

Know that I am not going to put you down.

Sadly Dreamt

All done–ceiling, floor, windows and interior decoration.

Among all the colors pink came to mind first.

Girls’ hot pink fingernails hung from the front porch ceiling.

This nail place is going to be unique among all.

A whole body massage is on the list while clients dry their nails.

Soothing talks, soft music and army discipline urge to sing register.

The best nail artists are going to roll on paychecks.

The whole plaza ate fried chicken drumsticks at the grand opening.

Singing quire came.

Gift bags are given out.

Expanse knows no limits.

Someone looks at the dollar sign in exchange of bubble elegance.

When intention is money and image is made to take advantage of

people’s ignorance,

there is a problem.

A human being is ignorant till she ignores knowledge.

No one can be ignorant forever at linear matter.

It is a tough time when war sucks money.

Here money’s too tight.

Food, car gas and bills inhale all like sea dragons.

Someone is naive not knowing dollars

and grace are the same thing.

Wrong timing.

Greed is already a path too slippery.

On the top of that wounded pride cuts short employment.

Fear of loss, employees’ bitch eats someone alive.

Hell, hell, hell hissing fire burns down the building.

Anger eats elegance shamelessly.

God says hit the rock bottom and stay in the cue.

Someone needs to begin anew.

Presence

Beauty comes down from heaven with heavy gravity.

It has a shape to make me feel playful or comical.

It is either soft and moist or hard and dry.

Temperature is another possibility with a mild smell.

Whatever the beauty is, it invokes my sorrows.

My sorrows weep or bang a wall thinking

why they can’t love more.

Rain pours water in the cups of earth.

Rain has emotions and no tenacity at all.

Fuller drops fall into the cup of my heart

and I adore them in respect of

invoking my sorrows.

Sorrows see the details of rain drops as mothers know her child’s

spectacular details.

Connection gets real.

Rain falls all over the world.

A few make them fool enough to know the beauty of rain drops.

Once details are received, it is received forever.

Miracles root out through a grand reception.

Acceptance was never this joyful before.

Joy tours me out through creation.

I can’t but falling in love with you who

poured juice in the forms and

inserted smells in flowers.

With love from the inside and out

I am omnipresent.

Since you align me so much so, I rest assured that you take care of

the rest diligently.

By saying rest I mean a perfect collaboration.

Colid stars know the value of