This I can say about me:
That I am always there, for you
My name cannot be found
by your blinded mind
And yet you persist
to give me
so many
Calling it religion
If you do not discover me during
that which you call life
As I unfold my full eternal glory before you
Even, right there, at your last breath,
a sad moment referred as death
Still to others it is joy
It depends, I guess
on me…
And the only thing you get
is just a quickie
No more, no less…
Perfectly enough
to make you recall
me
And never, never more
return…
Yet, you run in fear
Not recognizing the one
that was always
there for you.
Yes…
I was the one
who moved your limbs
who made you laugh or
made you cry…
Sadly enough, you steal, kill or lie
Whenever you can
Just to live…
some more
Who knows why?
Stupidity seems to be your god
Ignorance your goddess
Which, I must say, is very odd…
In sad moments I grant you tears
In good moments I give you joy
Other times I fill you with hate
And in some moments even love
But that is what you call life…
What did you expect?
Can’t you see that I am the same
Whenever you look up
I am already there…
Moving your head…
And when that bird sings…
It is me again…
Instantly revealing its sound…
Perfect…
Without explanations or thought…
Who could do it better but me?
I am right there…
Prior to your thoughts…
I stand…
Revealing…
Form and feelings…
Crystal clear…
Even the flowers and trees…
And blue sky is my work for you…
Not that it matters…
You see, for me pure revelation
is enough…
I am a real master at that…
Especially when you grasp
at that morning sun
Which is nothing
without me…
Countless, are the songs
To my glory and light…
Countless are the books written
about me…
By creatures like you…
And I must say…
that when it comes to creating new names for me…
Your imagination never ceases to amaze…
And all those questions
And thoughts
and qualities followed by this
thing…
Called mortal…
Why not chill out a bit…
Just focus and observe
If even for a brief moment…
That which now hears and views this, about me…
Is the real me…