What are you God? What do you mean to me?
Do you wait unseen on a cloud for souls?
Do you control fate and assign us all roles?
Are you a person, without he or she?
Do you live in all places - a forest, a flea?
Can you, with a blink, encompass the poles?
Are you nothing but dreams filling life's holes?
Can you open all doors, providing the key?
Conventional searchings are all useless
Straining hard fully counter-productive
The more I seek you the less I can see.
So forget liturgy, I'll make my own mess
Simply struggling each day to honestly live
Gradually finding you might be in me.