GOD

God- to every human being must be as personal as his best kept secret, his fingerprint, his deepest confession, his most revered object, his ultimate refuge, his superpower, his most trusted friend, his only moment of ecstasy. He is someone to be leaned on in any situation, his presence to be felt.  
I just wonder if God enjoys all the materialistic things like offerings, flowers and innumerable etcs, if God could be pacified by chantings and ramblings, if God can be represented by stones and pictures, if God has human form decked up with gold, armours, jewels and flowers, then he is none other than a figment of our handicapped imagination. 
To me, an empty room with no disturbance is the holy place to call out God, a mind willing to reach out to him is the most effective offering and the void where I can feel my infinetesimally minute energy  merging into his immeasurable effulgence is the true prayer. 

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