Just what is this being some of us call God?

So many people have asked this question,

Yet many of the answers given are flawed,

Which spurred me to write up this lesson.

First, you must understand that the creator

Has no beginning or end; She simply exists

As a gold ring does on some person's finger.

When the universe ends, She will still persist

As She will be the seed to grow a new garden,

Which will flourish and decay just like ours.

Such a cycle of Alpha to Omega and back again

Is what fills the void of eternity with flowers.

We are the blossoming buds born as a way

For Her to get to know Herself even more.

She molds us from Her body like it was clay.

Yes, I am saying that we are God at our core.

You may be asking yourself now about why

She needs to split Herself up into many parts.

Think of yourself; can you see your own eye?

No, but if you were to look in a mirror, it imparts

Information about yourself in your reflection.

So, know your purpose is found in learning.

Now, let's take this poem in another direction.

We must ask ourselves, into what are we turning

By choosing to live such a lesson-rich life?

Well, if you are truly dedicated to uncovering

The truth of yourself, then you will end strife,

Because you'll see that others are suffering,

And their pain will hurt you too, as you'll see

Everybody else as an extension of yourself.

Then living a life of love will be your destiny,

Which is the plan God has built for Herself.