There is feeling,
and I don’t feel.
I am dead,
and this is absolute vibrancy.
All longing is the past,
and there is no future at all.
All I am is tired,
and all there is is awakening.
Beauty expanding beyond form,
melting with decay and death.
Darkness is all the source,
birthing the light forever.
Inhaling the collapse with every breath,
and ever exhaling the growth.
All I am is lost,
and all is abundant existence.
Yesterday all was time,
and now all is eternity.
Everything I was craving for has disappeared,
and all is essentially love.
All roads have vanished,
and all gates are open.
Stillness forever in movement,
and movement forever in stillness.