When you look for God
The path seems more like a river now
than a road – I’m being pulled down it.
I haven’t the choice even
of opening or shutting my eyes.
God, through the Law, does that.
The river wends where it will,
flowing also through my mind –
torrents of thoughts, emotions, moods
often turgid with the impedimenta of fear.
Attachment is not only about desire,
it’s about existence – my existence. In truth,
I am a witness not a participant of my journey.
Thus I am bound and thus I am infinitely free.
Realization of that freedom is my destiny.
My search (which is not mine to claim)
is an unfolding of that destiny –
ever fated to seek and never find God
for I do not exist apart from Him.
O child, when you look for God, Rumi said,
God is in the look of your eyes.