There’s a cafe in a converted church I like to visit on my travels. This window is high on the wall opposite to where I sit.

Thou God Seest Me

I sip my ristretto and wait for that pleasurable synthesis of the technical and the intuitive that comes as both of my hemispheres light up.

Do I believe in God? No. I should because I was raised in a

Bahá’í

household. But I do believe in the one that resides in me. I call him by his name and he calls me by mine.

The cafe is crowded but I have meditated enough over many years to be able to lower my eyes and be with you.

The people dissolve so easily.

I reach out

Now I see you clearly

I put my arms around you

And now Thou God Seest Me.

One Kindred Spirit