Season For God

I cannot live 
as if  we are mere creatures, 
moving in amnesia, 
trying to recall who we are, 
searching outside of us 
for answers, 
in a world trying to blind us 
from what can never 
be truly hidden. 

Life beckons and greets us 
all over the earth, 
sweet life on the wind 
and in the rising sun. 

Birds who never wonder 
what they are 
or where they belong 
always sing. 

I hear a song, 
from the Beloved, 
saying, 
"This way. 
Here is all you need 
to know: 

I am in you, 
and you are in me. 
You are already home." 

@ 2026, S. Naify