What would it be Omnipresent? To not sit on top of mountains

But to be the mountains?

To not watch the water tickle the sands on the shore

But to be the shifting water without form.

What would it be like to reach over the horizon with rays of sunshine as your fingers?

To become empty and full again like the phases of the Moon.

To be everywhere

And everything

Where hate becomes love

And physical form disappears

What would it be like to be Omnipresent?