The Absolute

What is the name of the wellspring of power?

Where do I turn when I feel overwhelmed, in either a good, or bad way?

What is the name of the pool where I immerse myself as I walk along the way through the conflicts and joys of this space in time I call my life?

Where is this place where I can stand naked and vulnerable so that light can penetrate my innermost parts?

Do I think of myself as a window, or vessel?

Whatever it is, whatever it is called, wherever it is; whether I choose to express it from a scientific, or religious, or psychological, or even allegorical standpoint, it is the same point for all of us, for everything.

It is the source whose face is infinite, whose depth is unfathomable, whose power cannot be conceived.

I do not have to understand it. I cannot alter it. Some would say, it is. Some would say, I Am. Others might say, I am You. All paths are it, thought, prayer, meditation, questioning, not questioning.

It is that point where existence is