The Licked Hand

I was raised in world which taught that God punishes you if you sin.

Yet slowly as I explored the deeps of life I stumbled on the heights of life and the blue skies.

With those visions I realised that what we have named as God is not a punisher but a power of love; a force that stands naked before us in beauty and shining – in fact the Naked Beauty.

It is us that are the punishers, for within us is that same Beauty, and as we twist it and hurt it till it bleeds, its pain is our own. Yet it still comes to us maybe like the dog we have not cared for, and with loving eye moves to lick our hand and our hurts.

And I, wanting to be a part of that Beauty, and feeling the pains I have caused it, open myself to its embrace.