In all the emotional abuse:
the violent and destructive words,
and,
the spectacle of unconscious human drama,
that heaves and vomits up the untamed subconscious into display,
yeah,
in all this,
there is no one here.
All these thoughts, words, and deeds are empty of self.
These bodies, personalities, and compulsions are empty of self.
There is no them.
There is no you:
transcend.
There is no self in any form.
All display is empty light.
Presence is all there is.
Always remember my beloved,
that though there is no one there,
presence is always here.