There’s nothing to understand

I already know

I don’t have to wait for God

I am

My heart

Tho

A messenger set to explode

Why is it thus?

If it leads to misery

Being called crazy?

Love:

I don’t understand it, I know

I am God

Yet there is this heart

What riddle?

There is a woman who owns that heart

What?

Love, incarnate

Love

Why?

I am God in love

How’s that?

And who is she, I’d like to know, I, I cannot be other than what I am

Whence, whereto, is a mystery or wherefore or why or how im confused

I start and stop: i’m mad cause I think I’m God? Are you not? We all not?

Is love not God?