Check and check mate

Who is God?

Is he a King in the sky?

Is she the Queen of maya who moves everywhere?

Is he the Bishop who orders rituals?

Is she the Rook of time that clicks?

Is he the knight of death who jumps?

Does he control the life of pawns, the jīvās?

Answer may sound odd

Truth is who is not God?

There are not many gods,

There is not one God,

There is only God!

Pawns line up in the game

to get knocked off by names,

to get crushed by forms

to get elated by senses,

to get choked by rituals,

to get carried away by time.

As the rook of time clicks

Maya, the queen move around

The lord of death jump around

Snatches life young and old

children, women, men all suffer

War and crisis make one tougher.

Seeking for peace

jīva walks in silence

there comes the teacher

who gently reaches

wiping the tears

Guru unfolds the truth.

One move by the Guru

It is called check!

Ahaṇkāra stumbles down!

Another move is made

it is called checkmate

Ahaṇkāra enjoys the checkmate

because God is revealed within

Pawns, rooks, knights all are God

Bishops, queens, Kings all are God

Jiva, jagat, Maya all are God

But God is just none of them

God is described in two ways

One is as maker and shaker

One who manifest and unmanifest

One who creates, sustains and resolves

This is the tatastha lakshana

Sat, chit, Ananda is God

That which is infallible is God

That which is intelligence is God

That which is eternal happiness is God

This is the Svarūpa lakshana

What is, is God.

Awareness is God.

That you asked who is God is because of God

That I answered this way is because of God.

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