Namaste

Perhaps you are that rock created so heavy even God can't lift it

If you can't see God, try looking under your shoe

I don't mean the sole of your leather accessories

I mean the soul beneath your heart

For each time you make a judgment of the world, you have usurped the Deity

God becomes you as you be godlike

In all the range of crystal colours that means

The only true Atheists are dead ones

For I see that you are with divinity, even when you can't

Bless you

And let your elephant stump release ila's tail

Then all fear shall be gone, when you outsource the system to the lab rat

Let God do the work of divinity for you

Treading the mill of the planets

For the devil is in the detail and your ego is too big to work such an operation

In this kind of surgery a camel has more chances of passing through a needle's eyelet

Than you do of transforming hell into a utopia