SPIRITUALITY/POETRY
The Fractals of God
A poem written in the shadow of the watchtower
upon the summit
looking down upon the valley
and the village I inhabit
it looks no different
then the valleys on the path
cut by streams of rain
with ants busy laboring
as I walked by
my boots passing phenomena
potential damage
if unconsciously
I trod
yet conscious I was
for on my ascent I was God
watching out for little fractals of God
while I marched with God’s boots
on God’s path
beholding with God’s eyes
all around me God
even now
God writes
with God’s pen
in the shadow
of God’s watchtower
embraced
by God’s
humming
Silence