I am nobody, just like God.
These thoughts of me I wear like clothes. They are not me.
I could be free from myself, there is no other bondage.
There is no name for God, or me. None of it is real. That’s why everyone’s looking and nobody sees – “God” or “me.”
There is a place here and yet it is secret. Where there is only space, light, love and peace.
Everyone, including who I used to be – is stuck in a parallel dimension searching for the light and yet there is only one way to enter the secret place – which is unique for each being but always the same is required – you can’t do it by being told or making a proclamation – you must be ready – to finally exist and disappear simultaneously.
To end the fantasy of you- who is a prison separating you from nothing – which is what you are. To be refined by the friction of karma and to be capable of processing in a way that changes the identification for good.
I had imagined I was cursed because it’s been so rough. But now I see the light and only because I am finally becoming nothing – and becoming more of a nobody every day.
I have no advice but what I know – it’s only the love that I can share by being less of my imaginary self and more like a hollow force of nature – just balancing daily on the edge of what I must endure to attain yoga. It’s not a joy ride. It’s not a gesture or a reaching, this love- it’s just a state of existence that’s impossible to embody as long as you are you. It’s not the same every day. It is like riding on the waves of the ocean where annihilation is a given sooner or later.
For a very few, there is no choice. Life is a message, a choice how to move. There is nothing more than that.