Love for Everything, Love for God; or, GOD

Like a perfect globe of glass that reflects and refracts all light, containing all of itself, all of the world, the skies, and the mysteries beyond, containing all Love, all empty space, all darkness and all that shines—all this, nothing, this, dropped from the heavens on high, or low, or around, or and falling updowninout forever and for no time at all until—a crash, a division, a bang: in every direction, shards go and go, are still going to this day (or so they say). In this parent, reality as we claim to know it, there are many—numbers, letters, stars, planets, people, places, things, ideas, names nouns—some pronouns like this or that sprinkled in for good measure......all conversing with all, idly, in no rush at all, not for some definitive end, though meaning much, because all does mean much, not from effort or the sweat of a brow, but by the virtue of God, that beautiful orb of glass and light (or whatever you like to envision is equally right) that everything that loves everything at all and nothing at all just the same, to God every blade of grass and diamond and He is the same, every atom and wave just the same, Adam and Eve and you and me just the same, Krishna and Buddha and Jesus and you and me and an ant just the same—all singing vibrating chanting the samesong, the same mantra ringing pleasurable peace and not peace, perhaps not yet, but beautiful the same, Love for everything, Love for God, Love for Arjum just the same.