A GOD LYING NEXT TO ME

I would like to meet god. A supine god lying next to me, when independent thoughts resume in the morning, when life opens up, and in silence and with my eyes still shut I reorder the actions of tomorrow.

There is an empty place next to me and I would like to hide god there to seek him in the day of love, when pain dissolves into nothingness, so that nothingness will never again be empty.

The penumbra traces the paths where the images, real and visionary, mangled by the night-time journey, are mixed.

I must stand on my legs, a little more tired, on the journey of the new day and holding your hand.

Now I can get up, on my legs, with the lying-down god walking by by side, and I do not know what I will find, but I will live.