I am human and divine. I wonder if God manifests Himself in Me. I hear myself chanting and reciting. I see myself worshiping me. I want to know if I created world and heaven and hell. I am human and divine.
I pretend that someone's listening. I feel that the someone's me - God. I touch the face of my soul. I worry that it is masked too. I cry that I might be/become a devil instead. I am human and divine.
I understand that meaning is all the same but form is different. I say that meaning is divine and form is human. I dream that form will vanish, meaning will establish. I try to make human, divine. I hope that God won't mind, because I am myself, human and divine.
What a beautifully written piece, your words made my mind wander... I love it when a piece moves me like that. As humans we have the capacity to do both good or bad, we are tested and it is how we react to that test, whether we stray on stay on the right path, that matters. I wish you all the best.
This is a beautiful traversing of those strange, dark halls we wander down, looking for answers, and the shock when we feel when we walk down the one with mirrors on all sides. The more you walk, the more convinced you become of your own connection to the Divine. Your consciousness expands until you say:
I hope that God won't mind, because
I am myself, human and divine.
and thereby establish your own trinity. Your poem is full of gentle but direct statements, clear images and provoking challenges to the read. Quite wonderful.
Assalam-u-alaikum. Mehak, from Kashmir, India.
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