Some say the god lies coiled
at the base
of the slender tree,
serpent waiting to
raise his head.
Others seek
rapture in the belly,
hands curving over navel.
Still others
would find a quiet opening
into heart or forehead,
imploring gift of compassion,
jewel of knowing.
The god is
all around us,
and in us.
As light pours through water,
she enters us.
We are her translucent vessel,
container and contained.