In the wilderness of expanding thoughts,
They questioned the unseen,
'Who is God? ' echoed the call,
I, a wanderer in the realm of philosophy.
Beneath the eternal canopy of questions,
They queried the Creator,
'Who created God? ' their inquiry echoed,
In the illusion and obstacles guiding us.
I responded with crawling words,
'In the footsteps of the invisible wind,
God is found in the seconds frozen,
Flowing between thoughts and silence.'
No need to wait on the brink of death,
To witness His perpetual presence,
Like observing the unseen movement of the wind,
God exists in the quiet, in the uncarved life.
Harmony between mystery and meaning,
God is not confined within definitions,
But in the soul that dares to gaze,
He is the answer growing amidst questions.
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