Dear atheist

Dear atheist:

Having all power
Equals
Having no power
Everything is nothing, and vice versa.

Our minds, like the Earth
A rotating ball
Hidden somewhere underneath
The overcoats to our souls;
Our bodies, the universe,
With immeasurable writhing particles
Like the ants beneath our soil
Forgotten wizards, behind microscopic curtains
Working, continuously working,
Amid simple self-requests: “stand up”, or “walk”.

Breathe in: worlds within infinite worlds
Breathe out: worlds within infinite worlds
Here we reside
The tips of our noses against the foot of a mountain
So large He’s invisible
And resignedly,
Ignored.

immersed in truth

Emergence of a profound truth does not feel like a new experience, but instead like reuniting with an old, cherished friend.