It Isn't Real

I can no longer fool myself 

into believing this 

Illusion 

of 

Reality. 

The tides 

Rise and Fall 

with 

Every 

Great Moon.

If we  

Question and Argue 

Tirelessly 

over the answer,

we well be 

Too Tired 

to 

See the Beauty 

of the 

Glistening Light. 

Too Tired 

to 

Hear the Voice

of 

god.

I am learning to watch the tide. 

Everything is my teacher.

god is my Everything,

unseparated. 

I No Longer 

curse The Sun 

for 

Blinding an Eye,

for 

Now I Know that 

He is 

Untamable. 

to 

Try and Claim Him,

even so 

Simply as with Sight,

results in 

Blindness.

hence, we

Live as One,

with god, 

unseparated.