There Is No Need Of God

I have never needed God

As a personal savior

In my practical life

Inference about His existence

Was never music to my ears

But always seemed vague

Missing a dimension although I didn’t know how to say this.

Neither a philosophical God nor a religious God

Suddenly appears among His creations

In the middle declaration of wisdom in Holy places.

And certainly not in disclosures of holy inner principles

And also not among poets, unfortunately.

Astronomical bodies at night and mystical landscapes around the globe

Bear His between-the-lines existence,

His words inked.

The expression of an ultra-Orthodox man’s eyes in a different sect — 

Even this

And even the purifying surrender of a sly and seasoned entrepreuner, irreligious

When you criticize him.

Something like “to your beliefs and  He will love you.”

And you, when you cleanse yourself of anxious constraints about your environment

After taking intoxicants.

Springs of purity whose origins you’re unaware of

Bubble in hunting blood, in glands, in milk

And your almost subconscious innerness

Your being suddenly revealed — 

Is this clear enough to you, heredity? Genes?

Or existential uniqueness, a maintained infancy that knocks you

Out with a sense of a refreshing origin.

Everything becomes clear in a great light.

You shed repulsion and resistance,

A great positivity germinates within you — 

This gloriousness this wonder

Comprises of

Absolutes of — 

Objective truth, complete justice, decency

Honor and pride internalized

Honesty and complex wisdom enhanced down to the last detail.

Yes, complete, self purity.

Suddenly you relish a reasoning of your own

For decisive proof of His existence:

God is an idea — 

Ideas don’t have material existence

But they exist nonetheless

So God exists definitively as the spirit of an idea,

To support us and encourage us

To help not divert from our ideas

That sits well with philosophy.

- Nirmohi