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. 

That moment is Now

It comes a moment when, realizing that there is nothing to know, you just give it all up. You simply let go of any preconceived image.

Have you ever felt that this moment is ever gracefully new, history-less, “never-happened”?…Such a deep and wondrous relief to have directly known this. Reality beyond thought, beyond concept. The death of all belief…

Yes…Life is the history of no history. 

Knowing in un-knowing.

Nothing to remember…Nothing to worry about…Nothing to wait for…

Nothing to fear.