I found God the minute I lost him
when I let go of all that god is
Poof! The void of silence was Him
The breath of life and consciousness
Not molecules, no atoms, no particles
rather, all outer space and inner
the silence in between all sparse dense matter
all pervading
The void of no thing, just being, awareness,
light, love, silence, no thought
perfection
God IS where he is not
I also believe God is a HE. Because I don't think a chick could do that good of a job in Alaska. Nice poem, Biz.
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Very, very, very deep if not mystic. . B R A V O Triple A