My eyes were searching for that face….they never saw it,
My heart always ached to feel it’s presence….my heart still ached,
My soul longs to re-unite with it’s source, it’s guardian….and yet it awaits,
All these years gone by while I wait, I seek and I ache to see the face of my faith, witness the presence of who they call God, and I called Hope….
And then on a mid-summer’s night I have a dream, a beautiful dream that felt as real as my beating heart. And in that dream there was a Child made of light, no older than a child at the age of five, sitting in my lap the child takes my hand, and it’s hand that I can clearly see looks as small and fragile as that of a child, but then the touch of that hand does not feel like a hand of a child, it felt like a hand of an Elderly, not as soft yet very gentle, so fatherly, with the touch of love and kindness of a mother, quite strange yet soothing. The child places my hand on it’s heart and says “I Am Siddhartha….”,
And in that moment, that very moment, all the questions, all the worries, and everything else along with it converges into a single source of golden light, light which I felt piercing through me as I become a part of it, so much so that it looked as if emanating from Me….
And when I woke up, to my surprise I remembered the dream, I realized not only do I remember but I still feel the dream, the light within me, and in that light lies unfathomable happiness, utmost clarity and unshakable faith….
I wake now everyday, knowing somehow and in some way, that My God is what Exists, He is what you and I are made of,
He is within me, he is me, but I cannot worship myself so instead I love….
I love myself as I would I love him, I love another as I would love him, I try my best to free myself, as that is my worship , that is my prayer….
My God is what exists, he is what you and I are made of….
I try to be kind to myself and another, I try to be fair and just to me and else, as that is my worship, that is my prayer….
I need not see the Face any longer, I need not seek or ache to feel his presence, as I know he lives in everything that lives within and lives without….
My God is what exists, he is what you and I are made of….!!!!