God roused Himself from slumber
and wondered Who He is.
God is the Word (the scriptures tell us).
One extended metaphor is all of existence.
We give God our qualities -
human emotions and motives,
exploits and purposes to avoid the terrible truth
that we, also, do not know Who He is.
God is the Word
but the Word has no meaning.
Just a whimsical utterance. Just That. Just God.
And the resulting (to the ego, unbearable)
truth is that our brief, aspiring lives,
beyond God, have no meaning.
We likewise are just an utterance.
Just That. Just God.
O child of God, everything is zero.
No room for triumph or defeat.