Original Whim of God <br />that surged in the darkness <br />of the beginningless beginning, <br /> <br />blow my boat <br />across the created waters, <br />shape-shifting through the dazzling <br />array of this Madhatter's <br />tea-party of a world <br /> <br />in which forms finding <br />their own way to God <br />become props and furniture <br />in the world of other forms, <br />all floating in the Divine. <br /> <br />Blow me in mirth <br />through the Funhouse of Creation <br />to the mirror image of my Original Face, <br />and let me gaze <br />until the mirror shatters <br />in Realization<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/original-whim/
