This is a rough translation and cross posting of an original article written in my Spanish blog. You can find the original Here!
My God is not white, black or yellow. Need not be. In fact He is everything.
My God is the reflection of light in water, a white cloud against the blue sky, the cold blackness of infinite space, the starry night and the laughter of a child.
My God knows no gender, but the enjoyment of sharing my body with whom I want; to give and receive pleasure, to express my emotions, my ecstasy, my joy, to vent my frustrations, to make my fantasies and dreams come true. In fact my sex and its joy also are part of God.
My God is my freedom to believe in what I want, think what I want, go wherever and do whatever I want with respect for others.
My God does not live in any book, in the words of prophets, the testimonies of those who followed them, nor sculptures, paintings, drawings or carvings. There’s no need, He is God.
My God does not need buildings, physical locations from which to communicate with him, or translators to explain to me his intentions, since he lives in and around me. Why would He need them? He is I and I am part of Him.
My body and mind are the only cathedral, mosque, synagogue and temple.
My God never said a word, threw any message, instructed or ordered anything. Creation is His expression.
My God has no beard or saints, clothing or fear, herd or pack, no fallen or elevated. He’s neither young, old nor ageless. He neither punishes nor forgives. He doesn’t complain about anything nor anyone, He doesn’t have a good or bad opinion of me nor anyone. He doesn’t even think, no need, He just is. In fact He is everything.
My God does not need to break the laws of physics through miracles or spectacular actions to prove He exists. No need, He is God.
My God doesn’t believe I’m guilty of anything, does not distinguish between good and evil, between light and darkness, between strengths and weaknesses, for it’s all part of the universe, that is He, and therefore everything we consider good and evil has its reason for being. If they shouldn’t be so, they wouldn’t be.
I, like all mortals am full of pleasures and vices, of pure and crooked thoughts, inconsistencies, limits and dreams, thoughts and physical realities. And this is how it should be. If it shouldn’t be so, it wouldn’t be.
My God does not want me to understand nor believe in Him. He wants to me to feel him; in the eyes of my daughter, the orange sunsets, the scent of a flower, the song of a bird, the flying snowflake, the rustle of grass waving in the wind, the lonely and silent immensity of the mountains or in the still mirror of the lake.
My God does not live in the postcards of crying images, food prohibitions, pendants, chandeliers, parchments, old bones, differences in blood or stone statues.
My God created me with the ability to abstract and create worlds, situations, people, conversations, landscapes and images in my head. This is the true mystical sense of wonder, excitement, to connect with the beauty of the new, exploring the unfathomable infinity from the stronghold of the mind and heart.
My God created me with the intellectual and spiritual tools to humbly accept my insignificance, and my infinite importance within the overall context of things. My God filled me with love, for I’m essential for the universe to the extent that I am part of Him If not, I would not be.
I am part of God, as I am, and He is everything.