Facing the vastness of the void
eventually, I will get lost
overwhelmed.
Whatever I am or was will become
swallowed
by oblivion.
There was never anyone to be known
nothing to know
All memory of myself will cease
as well as all traces I left after
I will be gone.
All achievement will be meaningless,
All failing will not matter,
dissolving into the tremendous empty space.
Facing the vastness of the unknown,
thought and feeling find no halt anymore
to keep up their imaginary separation lines,
their imaginary realities.
You and I,
Us and them
All stories end there,
where there is now/here, no-one.
Just a far depth,
Growing beyond limitation
It has no ground, no root, no ending, no emergence.
Lost is all suffering,
as there is no-one to suffer,
no-one to experience pain anymore.
No experience at all.
No doubt, no question.
All is said.
Never has there been anything said.
Liberation from all attachments
From all grounds,
From all roots,
From all times,
as there is no-one and no thing
to attach anymore, to experience anymore.
Everything is lost and has never been into existence
surrounded by tremendous vast unnamed abundance.
From the void,
a source of utter bliss and awe,
With a first breath
anything is experience now,
rooting in nothing to be ultimately known,
nothing to fathom
evolving into whatever is present
between the ideas of birth and death
of emergence and decline
of rise and fall.
Any terror and joy will find its end
with a last breath dissolving into the void.
Life, born out of the death of yesterday,
unfolding and roaming the unknown.
A home that has no boundaries,
no windows, no doors,
too vast to comprehend.
No-one can see into it,
no-one can look out of it.
No-one can care
Any direction
Is collapse,
Is emergence
Imploding into explosion into implosion,
without beginning or end,
one point
so dense it gathers all,
so vast it environs all,
all is contraction,
all is expansion
all is home