How Is It When I Question The Divine

Here I describe how it is, and how it feels when we question the Creator's identity. I describe the feeling of having no other choice but to question, since questioning is very much part of our human nature.

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Today,

I am connecting to the Universe,

To Source,

To the Creator,

In search for an answer,

For a certainty.

What is this force that lies inside of me,

With no name,

No shape,

No face?

What is this feeling of knowing,

Yet not knowing at all?

Is this a god,

An alien,

A robot that gives me instructions?

Is this for real?

Can I trust it?

Today,

I am asking the Universe,

Source,

The Creator,

Who are them?

Who is this beautiful,

Yet mysterious activated energy that I can feel in every cell of my body and in every part of my existence?

And why do I have to come up with so many explanations and so many definitions when everything that I feel is so simple?

Why do I have to keep asking who they are?

Could I even live without questioning?

Today,

I am in search for an answer,

For a certainty,

And all I get is silence.

Is this the answer to my question?

Will I ever know?

What is this feeling of knowing,

Yet not knowing at all?

Today,

I have no answer to my question.

Then,

Why am I so serene?

Shouldn't I be worried about my question?

No,

Why not?

Because no one ever worries about a question to which they already have the answer.