Striving for what?

There is no self. There has never been a self. There is only God. God is empty of form. God does not exist. There is no self. Who are you? What is you? Do you find that you are? Can you see between the clouds in a way in which you becomes two wings on a silver bird in the night's sky? Falling away into nothingness. Does the sky still move you, does it shift. Do you know your name? You. You. Do you know what you are? Do you know what it means to die to your self? You feed on slime. You are unaware of God. You. Priceless you. So much weight for something without weight. You do not exist. There is only God. God is the dirt, the worms, and the sky. God is famine. God is plague. God is death. God is terror and sickness. God does not limit himself to paradise. God enjoys all the pains of the world. For God is without self. God is unaffected by grief, illness, and despair. God is uninterrupted. God is free. Because God does not exist. God is light on the wind because God does not have wings. God sinks deep into the ocean because God is the ocean. God doesn't know his name because God doesn't have a soul. God doesn't have a soul because God was never born with one. God was never born with anything. Their is no self. 

I do not write to anyone as I write this, because there is no one to write to. And because there is no one writing this in the first place. There is no writing. There is no working. There is no doing. There is no seeing. There is no loving. There is no being. There is no one here at all. There is no time. There is no space. There is no matter. There is no body. There are no feelings. There are no thoughts. There is no hurt. There is no suffering. There is no soul. There is no sky. There is no Earth. There is no light. There is no darkness. There are no angels. There are no spirits. There is no heaven. There is no sun. There are no stars. Wind blows through the branches of Winter trees. Spring is coming. Where are you to be found?