This is the material world,
But beside it,
Around it,
Inside it,
Here,
There,
And everywhere,
Exist the immaterial.
“Where is God?!”,
Dawkins asks.
As if he will find Him with a microscope,
or a telescope,
or a stethoscope,
Or a sky pearcing tower, as Pharaoh once suggested.
But Rumi was right:
“When you look for God
Look for Him in the look of your eyes
In the thought of looking, near to yourself than yourself,
Or in things that have happened to you
There’s no need to go outside.
Be melting snow.
Wash yourself of yourself.”
