I Am Searching God

When I am searching god
he seems to be after me
but I never turn back to look at him
but he is sweetly after me
he is sitting in the mango tree
like a squirrel, crow and little ant free
Up above he is sky, its blue and beautiful clouds
down beneath he is browny earth, its smell and fertility
as breeze he streams through me his fragrant kiss
he falls upon me as rain and fills my heart with bliss
he is everything | needed and everywhere I heeded
yet I without understanding his true nature
am searching him in books and bibles, sickening rites and rituals, gospels and vedas and puranas and mantras and tantras.