“I am GOD!” she roars,
in her personal genesis,
then smiles earthily,
as she perceives its truth.

“i am god,” she breaths,
such a tiny statement,
an atom holding cognizance divined,
expansive in its smallness,
gravid in its timelessness,
crushing with its fluctuating weight.

“Am I god?” she reflects.
In her universe, she is
central to her radius of influence.
Conscious of infinite substance
of which extension and thought
are attributes, and human beings
are changing forms.

“Is god awareness?” she questions.
Intelligence? Evolution?
Is god a reality?”
Soul is nonphysical,
supernatural, soul
is mind's essence,
compounded by time.

“If not god, what am I?” she broods.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 10/3/03