I am deeply sad about the life I am experiencing.
Asking: “who is sad?” the pain becomes a bitter pill that revitalizes my inner light:
pain brings into impersonal light the yet overlooked untruth of assumed personal identity.
In the absence of the person; of the sense of first-person, there is a deep rest that sadness can not touch. The purity of awareness without a window frame of I allows life to blow through it gracefully and without qualm.
Humbled head at your feet: my only sanctuary. Starving! Starving: Only this can nourish me!
Though the experiences my heart desires go unrealized, I am not hungry, for I am filled with you.
Then like flickering flame these images that sting my mind are extinguished in the purity of my self.
Nothing to long for: Nothing unfulfilled.
Everything stilled. Everything Still.
Deeper than life. Deeper than form. This unrealized love needs no image to be born: ever unborn yet ever here!