WHAT IS GOD
God is presence.
Safety of being
Who is He or She?
Mostly He for me.
The one I hide and fear a bit,
Like a father who can punish
With his presence or absence.
God as a force to influence me in my choices.
God, free as a wind,
The one I struggle against when I cycle each day.
He gets on my nerves, leaps under my skin and into the bones,
Causes upheaval, havoc, chaos, tension and irritates hell out of me.
So hell must be on the inside.
I swear like a saw, wildly and angrily, then I'm sore.
God knows what to serve me for better, for good.
He knows my aptitude.
He must be Joy:
Like a butterfly, sometimes like a bee.
He knows the laws of forces,
He whispers through them all.
I believe He knows I do exist,
He sends sun rays - blessings,
He helps while I feel helpless,
There is no bridge for us to meet.
I believe in effort - push and pull,
What if I stopped at trying what I do,
What if I allowed a free fall?!
What if I trust?
I cheat him. I come and I go. I loose contact, I loose touch.
I dance.
Wander around, get distracted, I doubt.
Trade and bargain, on a safe side,
Never fully dead or alive.
Do I believe in angels, omens, energies and synchronicities alike?
Yes, whatever creatures I am able to reciprocate, get aligned.
It's a matter of knowing the laws of nature they abide:
Sunset, sunrise, currents, gusts of wind- all is their talk,
Some whisper, others roar.
What matters is how much peace there is in me that I can be still to feel the flow, vibration, pulsing- inner call.
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