Guide me

Guide me! Exist!
Be god, exist and guide me
that as a man I got tired of suffering,
I’m tired of seeing life paths with you,
without you, according to me as an enemy
and then next to you again to reaffirm that you do not exist.
However, right now… that’s what I need…
that you exist and guide me:
I would give you my cane and I’d just be a dog.
An inconsequential human dog
for your almighty path.

Make me even feel like I’m a three-dimensional mosquito
sometimes distracting you within your many dimensions.
Give that mosquito a pinch of mindfulness
and guide him to another place or kill him…
whatever but show it you’re there.

That you are there and the mosquito is aware…
it attracted your attention with its prayers
to the unknown of his ephemeral life.

Considering that you in your immensity
just by watching it, you can deduce its
becomings in each of its possibilities
of existence, you are above any odds.
If you exist, you would be above anyone.

Guide me… exist…
Be god and make me feel that life has meaning.
Not as a selfish wish but as a fact
because without you I see no reason in existence itself
and I don’t like opting for parental complexes,
sculptors, mechanics, architects, programmers…
But everything is so perfect inside its
so unique chaotic harmony
that there must be something beyond,
a being beyond my abilities
in which the manifestation of my reality
is, perceived by it, like the buzzing of a mosquito
and as such… is ignored or, at the time, liquidated.