The God of all Gods has no idea of it's power.
Like air, water and sand, it is soft and gentle.
Caressing all in it's path. The other Gods don't reckon
with it. They know it is tornado, tsunami, sand storm,
devastation, beginning and end. Their groveling kneel
is expected, they are in awe, they secretly worship
and wish for it's power and naivete',
but so like a child who has an abundance
of forgetful forgiveness, it loves and this God is LOVE.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem