The nature of "God" is such that no one who actually experiences the reality would entertain any sort of "belief". Prayer arises only in separation from divine Radiance. Actual taste of the Infinite annihilates religious language.
Without belief or theology, the ecstatic one simply sings, not in words but kirtan: meaningless potent syllables of fire. Om, Ah, Hum, Hri, Shri, Ram, Alla'hu! Mantric sound vibrates and organizes darkness into light, prior to thought. Creation is not meaning but energy.
What does a flower "mean"? What does a mountain "mean"? What does pain "mean"? The taste of honey on your tongue? The ever-expanding bliss of pure awareness?
The ecstatic one stops philosophizing and just starts humming. At the birth of time, that is all God did, and look what happened: She created the universe.