This universe is not a dwelling place.
Just like a mother’s womb is not a dwelling place.
I am only a guest here sent by my Maker.
This Maker is also the Host of this universe.
If I am given existence here, then I must have an important mission.
In search of this mission do I seek meaning in my interactions.
The Host makes itself known through its art manifested all around.
By displaying Its endless Beauty, It catches our inner spirit.
For my spirit is clearly not of this world.
This place of manifestation cannot be called home.
For my heart knows what home is.
And this universe is a clear sign pointing to It.