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, apparently,
it’s about existence – my
existence. It seems
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 (I am told).
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.
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