On God

Where do you go searching for me, dear? I am right here with you.
Not in pilgrimage, not in icons, Neither in solitude
Not in temples, nor in mosques, Neither in Kaba nor in Kailash
I am right here, oh dear, I am with you.

God is the place in your heart where you save things you learn in life. It is the alter you cleanse with your own hands and adorn with your treasure. It is the Tirtha you visit a thousand times a day and ask for guidance and it whispers back. It is the hall of mirrors that reflects your true self back to you and creates and recreates you in your own image.

Where do you go searching for me, dear? I am right here with you.

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