I take what is full and give back emptiness,
I give out what is warm and take back the cold,
Some follow me, some chase me,
To the ends of the world and back,
Others flee at my sight, some weep
And some cry, some laugh
And some try to capture me
But as the golden cage around the young bird
It is they who are trapped,
And though they know nothing of it
They still despair.
I give all that is mine, yet always reclaim it,
I ferry the lost souls along this harsh journey
Yet reap the ripened fruits with silky fingers
Until the lands are barren
And only salted rivers are left.
Always away, always there,
I am Life, I am Death, I am War, I am Time,
Never far, never near,
I am many-faced, I am almighty,
Though yet I am feeble as an old woman
And all that look at me know who I am,
Sometimes perhaps, but surely ever,
I am Space, I am Love, I am True, I am More,
Very indeed, or whatever in-between,
I am; and there you are.
The answer you seek, you will find it in the question you ask.