Could It Perhaps Be?

Pardon me here for any lapse,

But I think it could be perhaps

That You witness Yourself play

In all we appear to think and say

And in every action we seem to do:

Maybe all of it’s done just by You,

You performing every single deed,

Being the Sole Performer indeed,

Acting through each being and thing,

Through everything that’s existing,

These all being forms You’ve donned

For the drama that You’ve performed

Ever since that distant first day

When this game You decided to play,

To amuse Yourself in sheer delight,

Displaying thus Your awesome might

By manifesting as the vast universe,

As everything in it that’s so diverse,

Every hill, stream, tree and stone

Being nothing but just You alone,

Each human, and beast and bird, too,

Being simply different forms of You,

You appearing as creatures of every kind

And acting through every body and mind,

And so, every action that they seem to do

Is actually done by none other than You,

You doing through them what You please

In this drama that might never cease

Until perhaps finally, one day

You’ll tire of this way to play

And a new pastime You’ll invent,

To amuse Yourself a game different,

Maybe bored of repeating the same,

You’ll decide to devise a new game!