My soul started fretting.
I looked inside.
I saw God.
I trust.
I smile.
The fret is gone.
Trust is born.

Just now
I asked God
that I see
by myself.
Not from other saints, mystics.

I looked inside.
I saw God.
God as self.
Self as God.
It is just God.
Not a God I can manipulate.
Not a God I can bargain with.
Just God.

A God
who would never abandon me.
How could it?
It is me.
And I am it.

Ground of being.