Somewhere in these stones
My God is hidden
I know
He looks not like me
Does not see like me
Does not hear like me
Does not speak like me
My God is hidden
I know
He looks not like me
Does not see like me
Does not hear like me
Does not speak like me
Still, I believe
He lives somewhere in these idols
He lives somewhere in these idols
Like me
I believe
He,
From somewhere
Or, from almost anywhere
Or, from anywhere
Sees me
He looks at me!
As per science
Or, as the understanding of my scientific friends,
I believe
He,
From somewhere
Or, from almost anywhere
Or, from anywhere
Sees me
He looks at me!
As per science
Or, as the understanding of my scientific friends,
These thoughts of mine
My belief
My confidence in these idols
May be just a disease
May be an unconsciousness
But, I'm sure
He lives here
Because in the many forms of his idols
May be an unconsciousness
But, I'm sure
He lives here
Because in the many forms of his idols
Many shapes
When I get lost
Then, actually, as I see him!
He hears
When I get lost
Then, actually, as I see him!
He hears
And he says as well
That he is there
Everywhere!
That’s why I say
He is there in my idols too
When others cant see god
In these stone idols
I would not be surprised at all!
I feel my hard work!
Because I simply did not see it!
When I had my thoughts all resolved!
Still surrounded by darkness of life all the way
And all the ways shut,
Devoted myself to his feet
Turned every particle of the body in to eyes to perceive!
Then I could see him sitting in those every eye!
I feel my hard work!
Because I simply did not see it!
When I had my thoughts all resolved!
Still surrounded by darkness of life all the way
And all the ways shut,
Devoted myself to his feet
Turned every particle of the body in to eyes to perceive!
Then I could see him sitting in those every eye!
When I turned every particle of my body
Into ears;
He was whispering into all of them!
And then, the sound was coming from these stones as well!
Sounds were coming from these idols as well!
That’s why I say confidently,
That he lives somewhere in these stones as well
In these stone idols as well!
He hides at times!
He shows up at times!
He speaks at times!
He listens at times!
And this way
He creats a mirage!
Of or not!
His existence!
He lives somewhere!
In this very mirage!
And whenever I find myself lost in this mirage.
Then I can see him!
Only then I can see him!
I can see him when I am in trouble in this world . . .
When I am lost in this world!
And then he is surly visible to me
As the polar star at times!
Moon and sun at times!
As a friend and as a vehicle at times!
That’s why I say
He lives here only!
With me!
With us!
I am confident!
He lives in these stones!
He lives in these stone idols!
And in these stones, my god surly lives!
Because, I have decorated these stones with my own hands
I have arranged these stones with my own hands
I have cared, I have arranged
I have made god pout of these stones!
So, I am confident!
My god surly lives in them!
He may not be some one else’s god.
Need not to be!
He is only my god!
He lives there alone!
He listens only to me!
He calls only me!
I can see him!
And he is visible to me!
He looks at me is beyond doubt
He listens to my calls is beyond doubt
Because he responds to my needs
He responds to my calls
He gives evidence of his existence
Time to time!
That’s why say, he lives there
In the idols!
In the stones!
God of mine.
You want you believe,
Otherwise keep going.
Thousands of centuries and people to explain!
Science is looking for it for centuries!
Still people call the god as stone!
Just an idol!
Huh!
My god lives with me!
In the stones!
In the forests!
In the idols!
I have made the idols!
I have made the gods!
