by Sumeer Chadha

Created on: March 04, 2011

The cause of all causes

I cradle life; I harvest death
My phantasmal fingers can implant a fetus with the glow of a new spirit
But I can just as easily blow out the candle of every soul
I dictate the outcome of the universe
I manage empty space

Manipulating dark matter like balls of clay, I have molded the pattern of the cosmos and have spun the web of existence with ethereal threads so fine and delicate, it would only take an aimless breath to destroy. 

The cause of all causes. 
The master of masters. 
Omnipotent, omniscient, and eternal. 
I am the alpha and omega. 
I am humble. I am egotistical. 
For you label me.
You personify me.
A solitary atom or a cornucopia of stars. 
I am simple; a paradox. 
Every rose petal has my imprint. 
My signature, in the warble of the birds. 
I'm as tender as a kiss, as rough as the howling hurricane. 

You may find me in your wildest of dreams or your most horrific nightmares. 
You have merely to cast a shadow of thought that I exist and i will be. Thought or not, I am here analyzing both your clouded cogitations and your most luminous ideations. 
But don't be afraid because I need you 
and I love you.

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