The world existed before you
And it will live long after;
The last sorry specimen of you perish and leave.
I created you
Just as I created billions of other things before you
But you cast me into molds
That fit your narrow imagination
Wind, birds and the trees were my voice
You gave me words confined to a language that you spoke
The books you worship in my name
Were written by you
Their thoughts and diktats
Your interpretation of what should be
You made ‘Sacred’; and You created ‘Sins’
I am free of ego, desires, pleasures and whims
I who gave innumerable forms to countless things
What makes you think I will bound myself to a form?
I who have nothing to be ashamed of
Why will I hide myself in a garb?
I am formless
Why will I confine myself to a shrine?
No matter, how spectacular!
Your words don’t hurt me
Your actions can not provoke me
You are but a blimp on the vast horizon of my time
For I am…
Eternal; Encompassing; Indestructible and