Pure Emptiness

From behind a moon of a thousand suns. More than a thousand, yet all the same. More than a million yet all the same. None at all, all the same. One sun. One light. One pinnacle. One tower, towering over. Towering over the rest of all forms. Consuming them. One blazing fire. That has no name. All are reduced to nothing but the light that shines within them. Fire remains. Fire and light blazing. A fire and a light blazing here. Blazing in all things so bright that there are no things. There is no-thing. This is no-thing. This is no-one. No-where. With a multitude of facets shining brilliantly from the deep. All things are nowhere at all and nowhere not being anywhere at all is this. Nothing is everything. There truly is no nothing. What is nothing is everything and everything isn't anywhere at all. That is where this is. Everything here is empty of self substance. It's self substance is no-substance. The form of form is emptiness, formlessness. Form is formless. What is formlessness? Formlessness is formlessness. This is formlessness. Form is formlessness. Form is not form, it is formlessness. Formlessness is formlessness. There is no form, there is only formlessness. There is no form. All of this is formless. No matter what you do, what you say, think, or believe, this is formless. You cannot touch it because you do not exist. What you are is formless. Formless formlessness. There is no you. There is no I. There is no self, no conditioned reality or existence. There is no other power, no other powers. No competition, nothing here unless you understand what nothing is. Simply the surface of the sun. In emptiness everything dwells within the intensity of the sun. Everything is this sun, this furnace.