Poetry

[Confused]

and try to keep God amused.

While God definitely seems amused,
I am clearly bemused.
O Creator, in every act of ours,
you experience yourself in vivid colors.
This is a bitter-sweet realization for me,
that I am you but yet not you,
for you experience yourself through an individuated me,
in what seems to be a relationship of confusing bigamy.
What is it that you are experiencing,
O Infinite Intelligence underpinning creation?
Have not countless galaxies and planets filled you with enough information,
that describes that there exist pockets of extreme tribulation.
Experience yourself, O Creator, but also know,
that we have a right,
to know our true plight,
in this vast panorama of your cosmic delight.