Be gone my shadow of doubt, slipping unnoticeably into my subconscious.
Like a syringe piercing through the skin… only recognized by a small pinch.

Why must we doubt what we cannot observe, even though proof surrounds us everywhere?
Like the masses around a black hole...
knowing it exits by the masses orbiting around what we cannot see.

The Creator is the string, omnipotent and ubiquitous, the heart of every atom.
Like a circle that has no beginning and has no end…
we accept this yet doubt we have the same property.

Not a despotic ruler, but instead an energy of love.
Like the warm and comforting feeling of the sun’s rays on the body.

The energy of the sun is the essence of existence, the energy of the creator the essence of our soul.
Like the food we eat is transformed into the elements that maintain our living…
the actions we take determines the future of our soul.

The pure string of energy in each atom is the Creator.
Like the air we can’t see... but yet know it must be there.

Be gone my shadow of doubt, slipping unnoticeably into my subconscious.
Like the conjurations of the Devil continually trying to control one’s thoughts…
through surreptitious doings in the silence of daydreams.