When I attempt to describe the Almighty
He appears as a multi-dimensional force
present in all living beings
that awakens, instructs, directs, commands
the self to proceed
in the journey of 'karma'
but for that force life can't exist
the force mingles with sense organs
it affects everything
whether physical or mental
tears or laughter
silence or shouts
anger or love
pride or simplicity
joy or sorrow
everything, a variation of force
truly multi-dimensional
omnipresent
sometimes it makes mind stressful
and sometimes cool
allows both
the stressful and stress free
to enjoy the bliss of sleep
and when one gets up from bed
the force energizes to work
it offers wisdom at turning point
and tests patience on many occasions
the dimension of force changes
to fill any adjective one can mention
the force takes care of age
and provides age-specific wisdom
is it not surprising
that one is not aware of this always?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is hard to wrap my mind around what you are saying, but it is worth meditating on. I feel attracted to this kind of thinking, because it gives me faith, but does not set me at odds with the beliefs of others.