pallet, pigment, person, god

this is the pallet i've been given
stretches towards the four directions
never *to* the four directions
as that would be a boundary 

the only apparent boundary is my starting point, 'here'
but 'here' is locationless,  genderless, self-less;
just a label to help me wayfind from now to Now 

and these are the pigments on the pallet I've been given:
you, and you,  and you
and i am the feather pen
dipped into the pigments

arcing and vectoring history and future
into this Present present 

cloaked in grace,  realizing:
that the pallet and the pigment,
the pen and the person ~
are all just synonyms  

for god