I met God

In a time warp of possibility, of probability

As a praying Shiva, Vishnu, and Brahma

Destroying, Preserving, and Creating

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I asked Him about Déjà Vu

of Camus’ Sisyphus

Forever heaving the rock up the craggy mountain

About progress in eternity

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God smiled like the Mona Lisa

A field of grain in autumn spread across the horizon

Behind His heads

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I asked if we’d ever know ourselves

In one instant

As Become and Unbecome

As Seeker and Answered

As Young and Old

As Mother, Father, Child

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God morphed into a whirling dervish in white robes

Entranced as he danced about my soul

Indecipherable this dancer from the dance

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I asked why the blazing sun rises and sets

Why the flower blooms and dies

Why animals kill to eat to live

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God distorted himself into a hunchback monk

Lamenting a Gregorian chant

A wave of harmony isolated in a pinprick of brilliant white light

Telepathically smacking me with ferocious intensity:

“What else would you do?”

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