I am seeking answers but finding none. This feels uncomfortable and unsatisfying.
But now, when I become still and observe this state of ‘no-answers’, a radical idea comes to me: Perhaps I do not need to know anything.
After all, am I really separate from Life? Is there really an ‘I’ over here who must find an answer over there?
All I really know is that this moment is full of questioning. If I must wait for an answer I am saying God must wait, for there is nothing other than God, nothing other than Life. God is asking what God must do. What a joke!
As it turns out, I am the one in whom this joke is enacted.
I offer myself to this masquerade. What must I do? What must I do?