Wherever you go

you find only God. Not having seen Him

I thought it was my own shadow.

It was unique.

Not anyone but me

could know and own that shadow.

I try to escape, avoid, hide

It would not let go of me.

I suspect it knows me well 

for me to dodge it easily.

With sleep-laden eyes

I partly dream 

and partly scrutinize the dream. 

Is that God? Is that a shadow?

Is that only me?

I do not want to metamorphize so.