You are mighty.
You know me and I try to know you.
I feel you and trust your hand.
Your hand?
(do i . . .)

I trust you.
King of Kings . . . Queen of Queens?
Both. neither.
Your immateriality means neither.

you have no hand.
no skin. no muscle. no bone. no cells.
no seeable form without belief.

You are simply all. Everyone. All of us.
None of us and each of us all the same.
You are me and her and him and them
and the somewhere in-betweens.

You are ages ago and they skewed you
to fit what they had already created.
(not you.)
If a = b and b = c then a = c.
God = power = male.
Lost in translation
. . . we need interpretation.

finding my demonstration.
For the One I feel
through my every minute.
this very minute.

For what is holy is not human.
not human not human not human.

Not a puppet master upon His throne.
you are not so obvious a manipulator.
Giver of free will.
You are everywhere and everyone
and every time and everything.
now.

now.


NOW.


We are made in your image.
we are not biologically holy.
I am not male.
She, they, we are not male.
You are not male. You are not biological.
you only Are.

only you can be
only Are.