THE OFFICIAL HARD
SURFACE OF A GOD
I'll take my hand and put it down
wherever I please and whatever
the surface. You can make no
distinction to set me off. The
mica gleam, the stone hardness,
of this world and all creation
is but an echo of the perfection
of all my Paradise : water that
is not that at all, air that turns
solid, wind that runs like sound.
Every determination (you should
understand) has already been made -
ahead of time, as you say - by Me.
SURFACE OF A GOD
I'll take my hand and put it down
wherever I please and whatever
the surface. You can make no
distinction to set me off. The
mica gleam, the stone hardness,
of this world and all creation
is but an echo of the perfection
of all my Paradise : water that
is not that at all, air that turns
solid, wind that runs like sound.
Every determination (you should
understand) has already been made -
ahead of time, as you say - by Me.
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