Eureka he shouted, not in the bath

 

 

Eureka he exclaimed, while heart aglow

 

For to tie a knot of separate threads

 

To bring puzzle pieces to its desired end

 

You see, it goes like this

 

Behind all, lies a conscious God

Not the God of wrath, nor the God of love

Not the God of Mount Sinai or any human conception

 

But the truth, that a being of simple pure, goodness, love, compassion, identification

 

Waiting for our foolish insensible predilective sensual minds and hearts

 

To awaken to its own shame, disavowing its own aims

And in that open space, his guidance, which is his love, which is his desire, which is his Being, would enter

 

Forever raising us simpletons along the infinite trajectory of spiritual ascent, coupled with communal responsibility; the merging of both personal growth and communal