The Noble Eight-fold Pizza

A gust whips across a hilly plain and startles a copse of Pine: forcefully slapping through, rudely departing,  and continuing to scream it's way belligerently up and down the stark terrain. 

If I were sitting among those trees, on a boulder bluff above a sapphire lake, perhaps at that moment I would know my true name. 

Without the hills, without the plane, without the lake, I find myself standing on the point of a blade of grass amidst an infinite field of stars.

Without anything, I find myself standing exactly where I am, realizing that where I am isn't anywhere at all.

I simply am where I am, without anything

Here, I am able to perceive the full exposure of the inward Sun, the haven of my soul

In the beginning, I AM

And so in the end, I AM

Clearly HERE I AM and HERE, I will always BE

I AM, HERE I AM

When the Moon swings, I AM

As the Sun swims, I AM

When Twilight gathers, I AM

In the glorious Dawn, I AM

Eternity, I AM

Without space, and without time, I AM

Space and Time are forms of my BEING, HERE

They have no self-essence

Their self-essence is BEING, I AM

TIMELESS BEING

I AM AWAKE

I AM AWAKENING

ETERNALLY

HERE

NOW

NOTHING ELSE BUT THIS

THIS, HERE, NOW