Another Weak Attempt

That which words cannot express
That which minds cannot interpret
Attributes as endless as the wind
Yet as simple as one’s first thought

Obviously omnipresent
Yet appearing to be absent
Camouflaged in everything
Safely existing in the silence

Scientifically a genius
The ultimate creator
Mad chemist of the soul
Gone biologically rampant

Engaged in a beautiful psychosis
And elegant enragings
Unknown as the invisible murderer
Who knows nothing of our guilt

Mysteriously enchanting
Ignitor of all burning desires
Only teacher of all that is
Total destroyer of all that was

Initiator of death to the physical
Provider of destruction for our growth
Allowing for all new progressions
Yet impersonal, for the truth simply is

Master of human emotions
Engineer of our perfection
Always available for direction
In the eternal moment of now

Maybe a thought expanded?
Considerably an eternal mind
Definitely an infinite source
Ensuring the spirit never “dies”