Allow me to explain God, the source. It or He/She is unknowable. Stare into a deep blue cloudless sky. It is formless, also unknowable yet it is. The best that can be achieved is that we can get a “sense” of It. We almost feel compelled to ask if It is there but It is so vast, so all consuming that It is beyond explanation in words. The best that can be achieved is we can only get a sense of It which we can also deny if we want, but most of us here sense this vastness. So I put it to you this way: All that is … is God. All being, all that exist in any manner is God.
Now here is the simple truth: There is Only God. We are the separation identity (the Me and God). Like a drop of water in the ocean looking for the ocean and if all that is, is ocean then the drop could look forever and never find the ocean for it is looking for what it already is… expecting it to be different. Such is the seeking to define God. (God says I am you… but “you” are not all that I am.) God is too big to be knowable…the best we can do is get a sense of It.
What did we expect in the world of forms? We cannot explain the formless yet we look into it daily when we look into a cloudless sky…looking into forever.
WE want to point to God’s ‘being’ by defining what God ‘does’. We tend to think It’s power comes from what It ‘does’ since that is the way we try to define It’s ‘being’ or existence… by its ‘doings’.
God doesn’t do anything. He’s God. This would imply there was something He forgot to do or something He wanted or needed when He is already complete, needs nothing, has forgotten nothing, so doesn’t need to DO anything. It is all already done. All there to be tapped into yet at certain levels of being or of understanding we can only conceive or perceive according to our framework of being. Guided and directed we can still only get a sense of it. There is only God and the ending of sorrow is the ending of the ego or the separation identity so that there is not God and “Me” as the “Me” is lost when our last desire is to return to the source of being which is God, all that is…one without identity. You are Me… you‘re just not all that I am--The Zen Diaper. (Next: What good is it then?)