Bits and Bytes

  Bits and Bytes
  creating thought,
  trying to understand
  who invented life:
  a battle of wits
  that end in wilt.

  Who invented life?
  Can life be invented?
  Was it God? Who is that? 
  It is not me, certainly,
  or am I it?

  If I were it, 
  how would I be?

  Never rich, never in fear,
  humble and free, weaving, 
  loving purely all I am, 
  creating.
  
  Am I like that?
  Not that I know,
  then I am not God.

  Who invented God?
  Was it God? Was it me?

  If I were the inventor,
  it would be limited 
  by my thoughts and concepts,
  then as I am God:
  it is bits and bytes. 

  Trapped I am,
  in arrogance or belief
  if I speak in the name
  of who I am or am I not. 

  If proof there is,
  then why do I profess 
  in arrogant moods?

  Should I be more concerned 
  in understanding me, rather
  than preaching who I am not?

  Should I rupture my episteme, 
  rather than trying to blind
  those who wish to be light?

  I should become after that 
  the questions without answer,
  and perhaps...

  I would let live others
  as I would like to be let. 
  
  I would love others
  as I would like to be loved.
 
  I would love myself
  as I would like to be loved.
  
  I would be creating
  unconditional love,
  and not just  
  bits and bytes.