So, You Are My God

[mazHur]

So, You Are My God
by mazHur

O God, where can I find you
you have no permanent address
no face to recognize you
no voice to tickle the ears
I don't think you even have ears
with so many missing features
no shape, no form, no structure
how could you be my god?
are you listening to me?
me, whom you made in your image
but,unlike you, gave me a heart, a body
to suffer and die
till we meet again
to renegotiate matters
until time lasts.

[ampoule]

A nice heart-felt poem mazHur. We do wonder about these things don't we?
I see God in nature and in the kindness of friends and strangers.

[blazeofglory]

So, You Are My God
by mazHur

O God, where can I find you
you have no permanent address
no face to recognize you
no voice to tickle the ears
I don't think you even have ears
with so many missing features
no shape, no form, no structure
how could you be my god?
are you listening to me?
me, whom you made in your image
but,unlike you, gave me a heart, a body
to suffer and die
till we meet again
to renegotiate matters
until time lasts.

Beautifully written and spiritually appealing.

You can find God everywhwere
You can find him in the farmers drenched with sweat on their farmlands
You can find him in the labourers squeezed in factories and work places
You can hear God in Mothers' soothing voices
You can see him in many forms
In the form of a loving mother
In the form of an attending father
Maybe in the form of a trustworthy wife
Maybe in the friend who salvages you when troubles befall you
God is nowhere but everywhere
God is nobody but everybody
All are his manifestations
His many forms and his many faces

Friend, do not be disheartened
He always comes to your aide.
All he does is good indeed
He never can do a mistake

This world comes from him
This world finally shrinks into him alone.

He is everywhere
The problem is with us
We can not see his presence
Even though he is omnipresent.

[mazHur]

thanks, ampoule, thanks Glory.....for appreciating the poem.

BGlory

God is omnipotent, no doubt
but the question is why He hides away from men?
Thought s expressed in your poem are general assumptions, figments of human imagination. and that is what you call Animism!

God is everywhere yet nowhere !

[PrinceMyshkin]

The person or thing whom you and others
are pleased to call God, Elohim, El,
Allah and a thousand thousand other names
is smiling perhaps or doing some version of that
and wondering
What is all this fuss about?

[blazeofglory]

thanks, ampoule, thanks Glory.....for appreciating the poem.

BGlory

God is omnipotent, no doubt
but the question is why He hides away from men?
Thought s expressed in your poem are general assumptions, figments of human imagination. and that is what you call Animism!

God is everywhere yet nowhere !

God is not hiding, friend, and he is everywhere.
The world is his own manifestation
Why should he hide from you and me
If he is shy or has committed a crime he will hide
Or else he does not hide
If you are just a poet and wants to present or understand him poetically
You maybe right
But truly he is everywhere
We are his forms
Dear friend, I believe you take him formlessly
Why do you seek him in forms

If you want to see him in forms the world is his forms
If you go in a sublimer and subtler way he is everything
The greatest justice if we can do to him is to be kind to all
Sheer praying and worshiping him will not please him

He is in you and in me

I do not see God different than you and me and the rest of the world

This is all what I feel
Take it as a kind of communication between two distant friends and nothing else. Let us not gulf a gap between us.

[mazHur]

why reserve all the good things of nature for god alone when each and every thing, including the devil, has been created by Him alone?

[symphony]

The theme is nice, but again i think it could be expressed in a better way. Well, i keep blabbing all the time so u can just ignore me. ;) + Languages hardly matter when the poem's heart-felt. Was it heart-felt?

[mazHur]

Symph, you really make me feel that I now do need a young teacher to help me improve my 'expression'' lol
Phookcha !

[symphony]

:lol: Oh not again! I didnt mean it that way!
Anyone here's loads better than me.

[mazHur]

how could you be sure?
we can't be our own judge, our own pleader, our own witness !

you write better than many !

[TheFifthElement]

Interesting thought mazHur, one no doubt everyone can relate to.

Though I wonder, does the poem question the poet?

Like Symphony, I wonder if the poem would benefit from a tidy, though perhaps not, it has a very natural feel to it which may disappear with the cruelty of editing.

[blazeofglory]

why reserve all the good things of nature for god alone when each and every thing, including the devil, has been created by Him alone?

The Devil is in all of us and so is God. Everyone has parts to play, of course at times a part of God and at other times, of course of the devil.

Nature, you, me, the Devil and the rest of phenomena, manifest or not manifest are God's forms, fluxes and dynamisms. Here the problem between you and me is indeed of language and of expression. Somewhere we come to the same point yet nowhere we agree. The problem is not with us, MazHur, it is with the language we can not handle. Make it run at our command once and we understand clearly, and once the smokescreen is gone everything becomes crystal clear.

To think nature is different from God is indeed likened to confuse oneself with the water of the pot with that of the ocean. Nature came from God and ultimately it will be recoiled or withdrawn by God.

Not only the water of the pot is not different from the water of the ocean but even the cloud, the vapor and the ice too are. All entities you see different are the same at the base.

I apologize of course if I sound as a preacher. No. This is not meant to be so at all. Everybody has a limited amount of knowledge and I can not think out of the box.

I will of course agree if you come with a different logic and point.

Dear friend, this is sheer communication. What I have said maybe lack of stuff or elements of truth.

If you come up with better ideas. I will be open enough to acknowledge them, unbiasedly, of course.

[mazHur]

The Devil is in all of us and so is God. Everyone has parts to play, of course at times a part of God and at other times, of course of the devil.

Nature, you, me, the Devil and the rest of phenomena, manifest or not manifest are God's forms, fluxes and dynamisms. Here the problem between you and me is indeed of language and of expression. Somewhere we come to the same point yet nowhere we agree. The problem is not with us, MazHur, it is with the language we can not handle. Make it run at our command once and we understand clearly, and once the smokescreen is gone everything becomes crystal clear.

To think nature is different from God is indeed likened to confuse oneself with the water of the pot with that of the ocean. Nature came from God and ultimately it will be recoiled or withdrawn by God.

Not only the water of the pot is not different from the water of the ocean but even the cloud, the vapor and the ice too are. All entities you see different are the same at the base.

I apologize of course if I sound as a preacher. No. This is not meant to be so at all. Everybody has a limited amount of knowledge and I can not think out of the box.

I will of course agree if you come with a different logic and point.

Dear friend, this is sheer communication. What I have said maybe lack of stuff or elements of truth.

If you come up with better ideas. I will be open enough to acknowledge them, unbiasedly, of course.

I just received in an email and thought why not share it with you and all as it has bearing on the topic,,,,,,

Excerpts: Why I am an atheist

sorry, here is the complete link on Bhagat Singh,,,,,,,,http://www.frontlineonnet.com/

[AuntShecky]

My dear MazHur, this is the absolute best poem you've posted here! Bravo! The speaker's sincerity is poignant.

I think it was St. Ignatius Loyola (if I'm wrong about which saint it was, mea culpa) who defined God as a
"Circle whose center is nowhere and whose circumferance
is everywhere."

Also, I love the quotation from Einstein. In line with that is the wonderful allegory written and illustrated by James Thurber: "The Last Flower."

[mazHur]

My dear MazHur, this is the absolute best poem you've posted here! Bravo! The speaker's sincerity is poignant.

I think it was St. Ignatius Loyola (if I'm wrong about which saint it was, mea culpa) who defined God as a
"Circle whose center is nowhere and whose circumferance
is everywhere."

Also, I love the quotation from Einstein. In line with that is the wonderful allegory written and illustrated by James Thurber: "The Last Flower."

Thanks, AuntShecky. I have to take your words as a great compliment. Feeling as a fish without water, rather depressed and lonesome, I looked at the barren sky and thoughts just seemed to pour down my mind spontaneously. I typed and posted them atonce. I simply couldn't wait to edit lest some extraneous thoughts might force into the peom.

Well, as human beings we all do have the right to question the Truth, don't we?

I like the quotation of the saint you mentioned ,,,,,,and will try to dip into his biogaraphy as well as that of Thurber. Thx again for lovely citations.

chow!

Here again.........

I just got a summary of Thurber's work and am pleased to post it here for others who might be interested to read it


The last Flower :: Cycle of Civilization


The last Flower

Cycle of Civilization

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by James Thurber [James_Thurber]

by Joshua Vasquez Butawan


World War XII, as everyone knows, brought about the collapse of civilization. Towns cities, and villages disappeared. All the groves and forest were destroyed, and all the gardens, and all the works of art. Men, women, and children became lower than the animals. Discouraged and disillusioned, dogs deserted their fallen masters. Books Paintings, and music disappeared from the earth, and human beings just sat around doing nothing. Years and years went by. Even the few generals who were left forgot what the last war had decided. Boys and girls grew up to stare at each other blankly. Love had passed from earth.

One day, a young girl who had never seen a flower chanced to come upon the last one in the world. She told the other human beings that the last flower was dying. The only one who paid attention to her was a young man. Together, the young man and the girl nurtured the flower and it began to live again. One day, a bee visited the flower, and a humming bird. Before long, there were two flowers, and then a great many. Groves and forests flourished again. The young girl began to take interest in how she looked. The young man discovered that touching the girl was pleasurable. Love was reborn into the world.

The children of the young man and the girl grew up strong and healthy. They learned to run and laugh. Dogs came out of their exile. The young man discovered how to build a shelter. Pretty soon everybody was building shelters. Towns, cities, and villages sprung up. Song came back into the world, and troubadours and jugglers, tailors and cobblers, painters and poets, and sculptors, and soldiers and Lieutenants and Captains, and Generals and Major-Generals, and liberators. Some people went to one place to live, and some to another. Before long, those who went to live in the valleys wished they had gone to live in the hills. And those who had to live in the hills wished they had gone down to live in valleys. The liberators, under the guidance of God, set fire to the discontented. So presently, the world was at war again. This time, the destruction was so complete that nothing at all was left in the world, except one man, one woman, and a flower.

[blazeofglory]

I just received in an email and thought why not share it with you and all as it has bearing on the topic,,,,,,

Excerpts: Why I am an atheist

sorry, here is the complete link on Bhagat Singh,,,,,,,,http://www.frontlineonnet.com/

I read Bhagat Singh before also. I got moved and am in fact always by his ideas. He was a matchless man. I do no see any revolutionaries in India were so brave and daring compared with him. I esteem him very much. I am from Nepal. I am very sad at the fact that we do no have any Bhagat Singh in our history.

I am his fan. I think is intellectually and in all respects a man who established a legacy. Alas his dream could not fulfill. He was a great martyr. Whenever I read anything about this great fighter I feel like crying, for he was so young but so daring and his intellectual level, his analysis of all things from religions to any philosophical notions are very insightful

I am happy to communicate with you for the reason that you are inspired by him. He is in fact a fountainhead of inspiration to me. I have read a little of his works but each work of him moved me beyond imagination.

I have visited the site you have referred to me.

[blazeofglory]

So, You Are My God
by mazHur

O God, where can I find you
you have no permanent address
no face to recognize you
no voice to tickle the ears
I don't think you even have ears
with so many missing features
no shape, no form, no structure
how could you be my god?
are you listening to me?
me, whom you made in your image
but,unlike you, gave me a heart, a body
to suffer and die
till we meet again
to renegotiate matters
until time lasts.

Mazhur, I failed to understand the depth of your poem earlier. It is really deep and hard to understand until one can fathom the depth of it.

Now I read several times and I believe I understand it now.

I read it with a preoccupation that it is about God. Now I understood it is something different. Indeed a very meaningful and insightful poem.

I am greatly touched now. For this expresses the Ideal I live with exactly.

[blazeofglory]

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but,unlike you, gave me a heart, a body
to suffer and die
till we meet again
to renegotiate matters
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The above lines are matchlessly beautiful.

[dibyendra]

So, You Are My God
by mazHur

O God, where can I find you
you have no permanent address
no face to recognize you
no voice to tickle the ears
I don't think you even have ears
with so many missing features
no shape, no form, no structure
how could you be my god?
are you listening to me?
me, whom you made in your image
but,unlike you, gave me a heart, a body
to suffer and die
till we meet again
to renegotiate matters
until time lasts.

Wonderful poem Mazhur ! Nice composition and theme as well. :thumbs_up Keep up your good job.

[byfaith]

It's not that God isn't there, it's just that you're not looking for him.

[blazeofglory]

It's not that God isn't there, it's just that you're not looking for him.

I do not look for the God that asks of us violence, mortification, division. I do not like the God who has the chosen ones. No friend I do not like the God that creates wars and divide one whole people along religions lines. To me you are my God and the rest of others.

Everybody is made up of both, Godliness and Devilishness, and we must try to project our Godliness keeping the Devil in control or in command. We can not control the Devil for it is as immortal as God.

I do not look for a Jesus, a Buddha. No. I do not believe in such Gods. Everyone is a bit of God and a bit of the Devil.

[mazHur]

I do not look for the God that asks of us violence, mortification, division. I do not like the God who has the chosen ones. No friend I do not like the God that creates wars and divide one whole people along religions lines. To me you are my God and the rest of others.

Everybody is made up of both, Godliness and Devilishness, and we must try to project our Godliness keeping the Devil in control or in command. We can not control the Devil for it is as immortal as God.

I do not look for a Jesus, a Buddha. No. I do not believe in such Gods. Everyone is a bit of God and a bit of the Devil.

Long time ago I happened to read a booklet named 'I am God'' etc by some Hindu settler in Australia. I will try to retrieve his booklet and refresh my memory as to what he actually said in it, and if I find the stuff, Iwould love to share with those interested.
Meantime , I am of the view that Man himself is God as well as the Devil. this idea is the basis of Zoroastrianism--the religion of the Magis. They have splitted God into two: Ishwar, the god of goodness and Ehrman, the god of evil or destruction. You can also find some allusion to it in Chaucer's Pilgrim's Progress

[mazHur]

Glory

1. this is from a professor/physicist friend

""mazHur Hallaj''

Hallaj was an interesting mystic in Islamic History> He was killed by the then ruler for uttering the words again and again, viz ''I am God''
Checkout for more on the web for his mysterious behaviour (if I get some piece on him I will post the link)


2. this is from the other old friend in London

''maz, some of your poetry is really excellent and thought provoking.
only problem is that there are some mad ones out there who might
question your audacity at questioning the divine.

In some ways you are like a painter (not a decorator type painter,
but like one who creates a masterpiece) who is appreciated after
death, but will never learn of such appreciation.

Perhaps this might be a topic of your next poetry.

good luck.

Best Wishes''''

Here again.........

You can check out for Hallaj's mysticism on the foll web site:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hallaj

[byfaith]

God does not create wars, he created this world with everything in it and let it be. Man makes wars. Why does God allow this to happen? So that we may have free will. The only way to not have evil is to take away man's free will. But then life would not be worth living. We would be robots. It is sad to see such evil in this world, but God did not create it. And man is not made of good or evil, but rather he chooses which to have in him.

[blazeofglory]

Long time ago I happened to read a booklet named 'I am God'' etc by some Hindu settler in Australia. I will try to retrieve his booklet and refresh my memory as to what he actually said in it, and if I find the stuff, Iwould love to share with those interested.
Meantime , I am of the view that Man himself is God as well as the Devil. this idea is the basis of Zoroastrianism--the religion of the Magis. They have splitted God into two: Ishwar, the god of goodness and Ehrman, the god of evil or destruction. You can also find some allusion to it in Chaucer's Pilgrim's Progress

Pilgrim's progress is, I believe was written not bu Chaucer but by Bunyan

[mazHur]

Yes, you are correct. Both Bunyan and Chaucer(He wrote Canterbury Tales) seem to go together,,,,,,,,,,


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