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
Where hate becomes love
And physical form disappears
What would it be like to be Omnipresent?