Maya

"The earth was barren with no form of life; It was under a roaring
ocean covered with darkness. But the Spirit of God was moving over the
water ? " Genesis 1:2

This world - this wild wasteland that seduced my childish eyes
then
broke my heart - she is a thief. She steals time from a place where
there is no time; she steals love from eternity. The world has been
dressing herself for billions of years, applying the hills like powder
and the sun like blush. She wraps the hills and seas around her curves
like sheets of fine silk.

Yet underneath, there is still a roaring ocean and dark clouds,
embedded in a solar system that will eventually be swallowed by the
greedy sun; and then the sun, our morning star will also die, consumed
within herself. And everything will spin across the blackness until the
universe itself has been devoured.

And in this darkness my soul is wandering through Maya: this temporary
beauty only loaned to my kinsmen and I by God for a short while; loaned
to remind me that though there may be a dark ocean once again, His
spirit will always be moving over the waters.

It seems, at first cruel; cruel that all of us pilgrims who wander on
the road - searching, clutching to each other, wide-eyed, awed,
frightened -get nothing to keep of the beauty of Maya. Conquering and
conquering, she has conquered everywhere, and she clings to the whole
world. She gives you nothing, and in return demands your whole
self.
Remember not to fall in love with her: rather remember she is just a
pointer to something outer and beyond. She herself can make us desire
God, and all I desire is this desire.