When your life began

                                          When your life began, There was God who became you. Then there was her and them. Like a big bang, there became everything else.

You were tiny; then, in an instant, you expanded from one big bang to billions of things appearing unconnected yet connected in ways undetectable from within. Yet, it must still be more considerable, tinier, and organized. You expanded this way and that way. A finger formed a nail, a nose, and a winner that was still small. The entire cosmos moved for you, and you grew and grew eyes and limbs from one single atom. You needed your strength, all. a Face formed, and lips that would kiss the Universe became red; your eye color formed as your eye would become the only part of this Universe to become fully formed before you would be vomited out into the blood and guts of your mom. Out you pushed to become a soul Within the body, mindless you channeled from within her out through muscle piss and shit. It was nasty gross, but out you rolled. Somehow, being commanded to push pus forward, you moved. From nothing to something, you became an entire universe, uncreative yelling and crying, expanding those airways you did come to being Fred Joe, Susie Sean Sall, or some such labels. The biggest title of all was your creator's name. Harris < Jones or anything at all. You were you. Somehow, now there was them and those and others. You became whole in mommy's arms and loved under these unbelievable conditions; what is a mom? Your internal organs begin to organize. You were not hungry, sad, or lost in need of anything. You organized a universe. Eyes were wide open; you took in all. You begin to think, to remember to taste, touch, organize thoughts, and grow and grow and grow. Ten feet tall. Well, six feet anyway. You entirely developed a mind and separated it into opposites into one: the yes, the no. the excellent touch, and the wrong hand, the Him or her. You became scared when you began to be struck and pushed. You rebelled at evil thoughts and altered ways of thinking. Mom still loved you but would yell for more When you had given your all. Dad had drinking spells; your teacher did not teach but enforced the laws of a land you did not understand. You got knocked down. You ran. Is this all there is? You became part self and part what there had demanded you become. You set yourself up again. Like Universes, you could but not yet lend a hand. You worked at the factory and made their cars, and now they tell you that you helped destroy the land and the air and water needed to become a God within the ground. You walked to work to keep the money for the wifey to feed the babies at hand as you wondered what it was all about. What could life mean? Who was this higher power who told me to go this way? Which way do I go? I go with you off the cliff of the promised land. Who do I love, who has my hand? Am I alone in paradise? I am endangered without hope, or can I with-stand? Who do you love? Who do you Understand? Who has your hand? Is the devil close at hand? That would mean God is also near behind you, admiring your work, creativity, and command.