Writing to myself

Investigating absence and ultimate loneliness.

No one is there but you and the pain of an unspeakable vacuum. If you have the courage to dwell in that solitude without escaping, without trying to understand, with no expectation, resistance or hope, the door can open. Then can you encounter yourself as the one You are beyond thought, fear, or projection.

Nowhere to go, nothing to compare, nothing to know… – but this ineffable Now.

Free from sorrow, free from desire, free from worry and the heavy fetter of time.

That´s homecoming.