Sitting in my room from the window

I watch the world move

This way and that way

And the other ways too,

Who makes this happen? I ask.

It is God. You fool!

I heard someone yell at me.

I do not see God directing people,

How does He look like, I asked.

Nowhere have I seen Him.

I cannot of my own see me,

Then how could I see God?

His or my reflection is not the truth.

If I want, I can see Him,

In all things animate or inanimate,

Would I not be acting selfishly?

Why is He not visible to all at all times?

I do not know.