Looking For God

I went looking for God in grandest cathedral, in splendour of gold, and crosses and statues and rooves overwhelming and priests ever-damning and nuns ever-loving, so wishing the children would learn and be good..... I went looking for God in a golden dome, where the mullahs were wailing and people loud-hailing their message, devotion their women in headscarves their young ones a-dreaming seventy two virgins if only, if only.... I went looking for God in temple of ages, of people forsaken and praying, oh praying that tomorrow might bring peace, that they might be known, that their children may die no more..... I went looking for God, I fasted, I chanted, I shut my eyes tight, I crossed my legs hurting, my brain ever-reaching for light ever-distant...... I searched East, I searched West, above and below, my time and my will was no longer my own... But do you know where I found God? I sat on a hilltop and felt the wind beckon, I breathed the Divine in the trees and the earth and the sweet-scented breeze of the autumnal haze..... I gave up all searching and sat in the middle of hustle and bustle, and felt the sweet stillness unfolding before me...... I walked through the chaos and saw a hand outstretched a haunted-eyed face in a desolate scene. And in those ragged eyes I saw God looking back at me, unmistakable mirror of my own sweet divinity..... I looked into my heart saw my sweet, gentle child, felt my energy sweep through my chakras, expand from my crown..... And God lived in the joy and the bliss that followed my days full of love.... When I stopped looking for God I realised that wherever I looked there it was. And it was Love.