the personal is dead already and never lived
except in the pure realm of My mind.
the universe and jiva come to be
so I may lose and worship and find the Me.
My own thoughts are myriad deities
and devotees of Me.
if Me is other Me is Mother
and I adore My Mother above all other.
this is My bizarre dance
that keeps the thoughts always trying
to catch up with Me.
thoughts are gods who are literal minds
and always seem to require
explanations
but I only dance and sing and play
while thoughts scratch their heads
and give it all up
for Me.