All those years
I was looking for God.
"His words are in this book."
They would say.
"He can be found
above us, in Heaven."
It seemed so absurd
so preposterous.

Onward, looking, looking, looking
scouring this world
for a sign.

Until one day
while riding on the city bus
watching snow flakes fall
a warmth grew within
the very marrow of my soul.

As my thoughts dissolved
like the snowflakes on the window
I began to laugh.

All these years
searching outside my Self
when all I had to do
was look within.

Stars Glisten Upon The Waters Blackened Surface,
As Cold Currents Tango With Leaping Comets,
Waves Quietly Lap Against A Ragged Shoreline,
While A Fire Dances Upon The Damp Sands,
And A Sturdy Song Weaves Through The Forest,
A Deep Bass Embeds Itself Into A Beating Heart,
And Shoots Up Towards The Billions Of Stars,
The Same Stars Which Rooted Themselves Into,
The Desperate Eyes Of Millions Before