I Bumped Into God Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki

I found God sitting under the Bodhi Tree
And stopped, agape, gazing in amazement,
Until I could work up the courage to ask him
What on earth he was doing (on earth) .

He looked up at me equally surprised,
And asked me how I had seen through his disguise.
I replied that the rainbow of love radiating out from him
To the very heavens above kind of gave him away,
While simultaneously silently noting that no one else
In the immediate vicinity seemed to be gasping in awe
At the Rapture incarnate, wrapped in a single piece of cloth
And sitting in the lotus position, begging bowl beside him.

You, my dear, are significantly different from these ordinary daytrippers
With their digital cameras and all the other trappings of technology.
You, I see, can see in all dimensions.
You see, Suzanne, I am not really sitting in India.
I exist at the base of the one true tree.
The tree of life.
The origin of creation.
It is there I sit, daydreaming, just like the myth of Vishnu.
It is from there all else flows.

I channel the force of the source as it emanates from the core of this earth,
Which is yet another illusion pointing to yet a deeper truth,
Which you, like Alice, are free to follow down the rabbit hole, if you so choose.
But for now, sit down here beside me and just breathe.
Can you see what I see?
The world as it could be.
The world as it will be
When I can finally quiet my own mind
And open it to the channels of a higher insight
That will make it clear how I am still lying to myself.

When you are God you tend to take it for granted
That you are good, or at least good enough to get by
Without any more introspective self-inspection.
But if I were who I should be,
Then the world would be what it should be,
And obviously it is not,
At least not yet.

So I suggest you continue on your own pilgrimage.
Keep traveling until you find a hermitage high on a hill,
Overlooking the Valley of Death,
And leave me be.
I have some thinking to do.
As do you.

Namaste!