dont call me God!
dont limit me to your tribal names!
dont wrap me in your conceptual boxes,
i'm not a trinket or a talisman!
dont imprison me in your temples,
i am not aloof and untouchable!
you cant buy me with your offerings,
you cant use me like a sword!
dont limit me to a frail body,
dont call me father or mother!
for i am life itself,
evolving in a thousand different forms!
you pray to me when you give,
when you reach out to those in need.
you praise me when you live,
when you dance your precious breaths!
in all, through all, the sacred and mundane,
even the dirt beneath your feet...
is holy, for i am there!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem