Complete in the emptiness
Here I sit in the emptiness
My being rested, aware
In this body, I move accordingly
Through all things I am
I am all things
Not far from, further away
But close and closer
To the source of everything
Nothing left out
All as one
Without the movements of life
Ever increasing in my being
I cannot know the all that is
It’s through my inner world
I convey, dismantle, reorganise,
Integrate and transmute
To know of my self
No self, being as I am
As an empty vessel
Complete
In the whole creation
Ever moved inside of me
Every tiny, minuscule creation
Unmoved and large
Placing inside me the birth of life
As I know
As I’ve come to be
Yet
Here as I ponder the dynamics of life
In me
Creation continuously through everything
That makes me, me
That doesn’t make me
That will become of this me
Is simply life
Embued in me as a design
Unfettered by chaos
The suffered, suffering, sufferer
In its unceasing effortless journey
Knowing nothing more than this moment
Here and now
Directly related to all life moving
Yet no longer related
Unmoved and untethered
It marks nothing or no one
It as itself
No longer is the decider
Deciding the doing
The non doing reigns
Joins all forces of nature
As itself
Listening, knowing and moving
Through the streams that speak the loudest
That unshackled listening
That knows
Clearly
The truth
Of itself.
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