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 its ether circumfe- rence, containing all Love, all empty space, all dark- ness and all that shines--all this, nothing, this, dr- opped from heaven on high, this or low, this or aro- und, this falling up-down-in-out-forever this this th- is this this and for no time at all, this--until a cra- sh, 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: this and 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 is steeped in much meaning, not by effort or the sweat of the brow, but by the virtue of God manifest in all, oh beautiful orb of orbs of glass and light (or as you would envision It would be equally Right), that Ever- ything in love with Everything all and Nothing all just the same, in love with every blade of grass and shrap- nel diamond just the same as He, every atom and wave just the same as She, Adam and Eve and You and Me, We, just the same as Them, Krishna Buddha Jesus Us They You Me an ant just the same--all singing vibrating chanting the same [unclear], the same mantra ringing pleas- urable peace and not peace the same, beauty and filth the same, Love for Everything, Love for God, Love for Arjun the same.