Each of you has your own construction of “God".
Each of you has understood Me, created Me, in your own way.
To some of you I am a man. To some of you I am a woman.
To some, I am both. To some, I am neither. To some of you I am pure energy. To some, the ultimate feeling, which you call love. And some of you have no idea what I am. You simply know that I Am. And so it is. I Am.
I am the wind which rustles your hair. I am the sun which warms your body.
I am the rain which dances on your face. I am the smell of the flowers in the air, and I am the flowers which send their fragrance upward.
I am the air which carries the fragrance. I am the beginning of your
first thought. I am the end of your last. I am the idea which sparked
your most brilliant moment. I am the glory of its fulfillment.
I am the feeling which fueled the most loving thing you ever did.
I am the part of you which yearns for that feeling again and again.
"Conversations with God, An Uncommon Dialogue"
by Neale Donald Walsch