Hands On
This world experience
is an on-going story
with no hands writing it.
There are no hands but yours.
Imagination needs fingers
if it is to shape an idea,
and thought needs a glove
to become its reality.
In the end, there is no beginning,
in the beginning there is no end,
all in-betweens are a fiction.
That which cannot be said in words
will forever exist.
God has no words for you
but:
I AM.
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