i look at the trees, i look at the sky,

i look at the clouds.

and ask,

God wherein lay thou?

i look at the concrete,

i look at the fuel,

i smell in the fowl,

and ask,

God why thou'st hath these.

i look at the bank,

i look at the lilies,

i see the banks,

i see the notes,

and then i look back again..

if beauty thiu be truth and truth thou be this?

wherein do i find my dear father who hast long been....

buried beneath creation.

if creation thou claim to be him,

wherein lies your beauty?

in truth or in artifice?

if therein all lay you?

what do i look at?

your tears or your smile?

the lotus in your hand?

or the spear in the other?

the father you've been?

or the ruler that i see?