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My life’s weaver is My God Always shows paths to go. Many colours woven in shadows bright glow, He knows the pattern of my life, Under His eye how can I fault. I always find Him by my side, Always shows me the righteous path, I always like His pattern of life. Sometimes He weaves in sorrow, Which seems so strange to me; But I trust His judgment My faith grows more in attachment. Every my moments clear Not ’til the loom is silent And the shuttles cease to fly God unrolls from theirs list, I do my deeds with utmost best. Every thread is in skilful hands, Bad works God never hears. Threads may be Gold or silver, It depends on His Thought plan. Rekha Mohan ©Rekha Mohan #MyLife weaver is my God #My Wish#rekham #Nofear

My life’s weaver is My God Always shows paths to go. Many colours woven in shadows bright glow, He knows the pattern of my life, Under His eye how can I fault. I always find Him by my side, Always shows me the righteous path, I always like His pattern of life. Sometimes He weaves in sorrow, Which seems so strange to me; But I trust His judgment My faith grows more in attachment. Every my moments clear Not ’til the loom is silent And the shuttles cease to fly God unrolls from theirs list, I do my deeds with utmost best. Every thread is in skilful hands, Bad works God never hears. Threads may be Gold or silver, It depends on His Thought plan. Rekha Mohan ©Rekha Mohan #MyLife weaver is my God #My Wish#rekham #Nofear

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The weaver bird builds its nest strong and beautiful, no other bird could compete with her as her nests were durable and best. One day weaver bird was sitting on her usual tree,looking at the fishes swim she thought the tree is growing old and weak and can break in a storm in whim. She thought of shifting her nest to the nearby strong tree, and slept on her shelter vowing to do it the day after. That night the storm came with full force, she got terrified that this might be her last day on earth. She spent the night in pure terror and in the morning to her utter surprise, the tree had stood still but the tree she had hopes for,had shattered. Is that the way of showing nature's wrath or tree's 'Age is just a number' or the bird getting proved wrong utterly. ©indefinite_mirage A weaver bird! #weave_poetry #Weavers #Birds #Nature #Wrath #New #new_post #love #nojolove UnHeardकवि Bibhuprasad Biswal:Aesthete

The weaver bird builds its nest strong and beautiful, no other bird could compete with her as her nests were durable and best. One day weaver bird was sitting on her usual tree,looking at the fishes swim she thought the tree is growing old and weak and can break in a storm in whim. She thought of shifting her nest to the nearby strong tree, and slept on her shelter vowing to do it the day after. That night the storm came with full force, she got terrified that this might be her last day on earth. She spent the night in pure terror and in the morning to her utter surprise, the tree had stood still but the tree she had hopes for,had shattered. Is that the way of showing nature's wrath or tree's 'Age is just a number' or the bird getting proved wrong utterly. ©indefinite_mirage A weaver bird! #weave_poetry #Weavers #Birds #Nature #Wrath #New #new_post #love #nojolove UnHeardकवि Bibhuprasad Biswal:Aesthete

Aditya Sen

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I thought I was the weaver, Greyscale, sepia, monochrome and billions of irridescent colours. Clouds, dust, memories, desires, choices, fantasies, Minutes infused in hours. I never dreamt and I thought I was the weaver. A kiss so surreal, I felt this was healing. The pendulum frozen in time, Minutes of reality where you were just mine. Disillusioned by the ghosts lurking in the dark, I woke up, staring at my ceiling. I thought I was the weaver, Greyscale, sepia, monochrome and billions of irridescent colours. Clouds, dust, memories, desires, choices, fantasies, Minutes infused in hours. I never dreamt and I thought I was the weaver. Dreams are sometimes so surreal. Woke to one just now. Dreams are just dreams and I the weaver. #dreamer #dreams #lonelypen

I thought I was the weaver, Greyscale, sepia, monochrome and billions of irridescent colours. Clouds, dust, memories, desires, choices, fantasies, Minutes infused in hours. I never dreamt and I thought I was the weaver. A kiss so surreal, I felt this was healing. The pendulum frozen in time, Minutes of reality where you were just mine. Disillusioned by the ghosts lurking in the dark, I woke up, staring at my ceiling. I thought I was the weaver, Greyscale, sepia, monochrome and billions of irridescent colours. Clouds, dust, memories, desires, choices, fantasies, Minutes infused in hours. I never dreamt and I thought I was the weaver. Dreams are sometimes so surreal. Woke to one just now. Dreams are just dreams and I the weaver. #dreamer #dreams #lonelypen

Dikshit Chopra

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Learn about life through birds' nest. Read the caption. Once upon a time, there was a weaver bird. It made a nest every bird adored. All the birds went to that weaver bird to learn how to make a n

Learn about life through birds' nest. Read the caption. Once upon a time, there was a weaver bird. It made a nest every bird adored. All the birds went to that weaver bird to learn how to make a n

Paramjeet kaur Mehra

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#Real_God_Is_Kabir "Almighty God Kabir" Kabir Saheb is supreme God Nanak Dev ji said that God met me in the Form of a Weaver. He told me th

#Real_God_Is_Kabir "Almighty God Kabir" Kabir Saheb is supreme God Nanak Dev ji said that God met me in the Form of a Weaver. He told me th

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ਜਿਉ ਜਲੁ ਜਲ ਮਹਿ ਪੈਸਿ ਨ ਨਿਕਸੈ ਤਿਉ ਢੁਰਿ ਮਿਲਿਓ ਜੁਲਾਹੋ ॥੧॥ As water falling in water, separates not again, so the so the weaver, softening down, has blended with the Lord. ਜਿਸ ਤਰ੍ਹਾਂ ਪਾਣੀ ਵਿੱਚ ਪਾਣੀ ਲੈ ਕੇ ਮੁੜ ਵੱਖਰਾ ਨਹੀਂ ਹੁੰਦਾ, ਏਸੇ ਤਰ੍ਹਾਂ ਜੁਲਾਹਾ ਕੋਮਲ ਹੋ, ਸਾਈਂ ਨਾਲ ਅਭੇਦ ਹੋ ਗਿਆ ਹੈ। ਇੰਸਟਾਗ੍ਰਾਮ@ਸਰਦਾਰੀਆ_ਵਾਲੇ ਜਿਉ ਜਲੁ ਜਲ ਮਹਿ ਪੈਸਿ ਨ ਨਿਕਸੈ ਤਿਉ ਢੁਰਿ ਮਿਲਿਓ ਜੁਲਾਹੋ ॥੧॥ As water falling in water, separates not again, so the so the weaver, softening down,

ਜਿਉ ਜਲੁ ਜਲ ਮਹਿ ਪੈਸਿ ਨ ਨਿਕਸੈ ਤਿਉ ਢੁਰਿ ਮਿਲਿਓ ਜੁਲਾਹੋ ॥੧॥ As water falling in water, separates not again, so the so the weaver, softening down, has blended with the Lord. ਜਿਸ ਤਰ੍ਹਾਂ ਪਾਣੀ ਵਿੱਚ ਪਾਣੀ ਲੈ ਕੇ ਮੁੜ ਵੱਖਰਾ ਨਹੀਂ ਹੁੰਦਾ, ਏਸੇ ਤਰ੍ਹਾਂ ਜੁਲਾਹਾ ਕੋਮਲ ਹੋ, ਸਾਈਂ ਨਾਲ ਅਭੇਦ ਹੋ ਗਿਆ ਹੈ। ਇੰਸਟਾਗ੍ਰਾਮ@ਸਰਦਾਰੀਆ_ਵਾਲੇ ਜਿਉ ਜਲੁ ਜਲ ਮਹਿ ਪੈਸਿ ਨ ਨਿਕਸੈ ਤਿਉ ਢੁਰਿ ਮਿਲਿਓ ਜੁਲਾਹੋ ॥੧॥ As water falling in water, separates not again, so the so the weaver, softening down,

Paramjeet kaur Mehra

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पवित्र कुरान प्रमाणित करती है अल्लाह कबीर साहेब ही हैं। सुरत-फुर्कानि नं. 25 आयत 52 कबीर ही पूर्ण प्रभु है तथा कबीर अल्लाह के लिए अडिग रहना।

पवित्र कुरान प्रमाणित करती है अल्लाह कबीर साहेब ही हैं। सुरत-फुर्कानि नं. 25 आयत 52 कबीर ही पूर्ण प्रभु है तथा कबीर अल्लाह के लिए अडिग रहना।

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What makes me happy? Smiles of beautiful hearts Lightening the load from someone's heart The flying feathers of birds The Weaving of weaver birds Raindrops on my cheeks Gusty winds that gleeks Sensing the scent of flowers Not responding to alarms A warmth of Sun rays in winter An adorable painting of painter Antique things And divine blessings. I have more to write...but ab or ni😑 Sab kuch hi khush karta hai muje😌 What makes me happy? Smiles of beautiful hearts Lightening the load

What makes me happy? Smiles of beautiful hearts Lightening the load from someone's heart The flying feathers of birds The Weaving of weaver birds Raindrops on my cheeks Gusty winds that gleeks Sensing the scent of flowers Not responding to alarms A warmth of Sun rays in winter An adorable painting of painter Antique things And divine blessings. I have more to write...but ab or ni😑 Sab kuch hi khush karta hai muje😌 What makes me happy? Smiles of beautiful hearts Lightening the load