Long ago you laid the foundation of the earth,
and the heavens are the work of your hands.
They will perish, but you endure;
they will all wear out like a garment.
You change them like clothing, and they pass away;
but you are the same, and your years have no end.
Each morning I meditate on That Which Exists.
Many times each day I pray to the great I AM.
In turmoil I cry out, even from sleep, for God.
I am relationship with the source of the cosmos.
This does not suggest I have any real understanding of God.
That Which Exists is so vast I can perceive only a small part.
אֶהְיֶה אֲשֶׁר אֶהְיֶה - I am that I am - is this moment, is me, is you, is That Which Exists.
Psalm 102
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