The Nameless Poem

God, I notice I write a lot of poems with the word
in them.
Why do I do that?
Am I obsessed with unconditional love?
Am a needing the crutch of trust called beautiful surrender?
Am I so vagrant in my own answers, 
that my questions seem rich in Higher Coincidence?
I get tired about talking of God in poetry,
because...words never say anything, anyway, about God.
How can a human be definitive about genius?
Is not genius comparative?
Is a genius a genius to oneself?
Can an idiot know genius?
That's ego.
EGO...Edging God Out.
Breaking the addiction to judgement...
cease eating from the tree of the knowledge of Good & Evil.
Don't worry, be happy.
That's Godly.
That's why I write about