A tinkling piano in the next apartment
Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant
A fairground’s painted swings
These foolish things remind me of you
“I love identifying the divine source as the “Universe” because it implicates you and me, inherently.
It does not conjure thoughts of one person or entity. It does not invoke a man, a prophet or a hierarchy. It invokes us, and by calling on it we affirm that we are a part of the power that answers our own prayers and wishes — not an external source or an all mighty white man.
Because the Universe is you … and yo mama. You both are the universe. We all are the divine power. “"