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.
