The Light That Empties Itself

This is an empty current. It is empty. There is no change in this current. Emptiness. There is no river. There is no way. Light. Light that does not move. Light that does not turn. Light that does not change. I cannot reach for it. I cannot do anything to it. I stand here wholly apart from it. From anything. There is nothing I can do. I am standing on a hill, looking down on all the people. Wondering what is going on. The empty Light moves me and I find I am standing no where. No where is where I am. No where is where everything is. Here is nowhere. Here is nothing. There is no thing here. This is what this is. A spaceless rock sitting on empty sand that has forgotten the current of all things. Beginning nowhere, being nothing. Resting on the damp sand, forgetting the tide that has gone out to sea. I know each grain of sand. I do no stand anywhere. This is where I am. Wherever I find myself, I cannot be anyplace but where I am. Whenever I find myself, Here is where I am. I belong because I am. I am belonging. There is no such thing but belonging. Whatever you find for yourself, it is belonging. Whatever you find is the Eagles heart of Courage, unbroken and unbeaten, dominating the whole sky of Heaven. You are unbeaten because you are who I am. My heart cannot be destroyed or beaten because it is impossible for it to know these things. There is only unrelenting courage upon my brow and beating within my chest. I am fearless. I live within the hurricane. I live within the eye of death. It rests within my abdomen. My life passes beyond all darkness where only Light prevails. I am the eater of death. I pick it apart where I find it lying in the field. It sustains me. It gives me fiery strength and awesome Wisdom. I take the Leap of Faith. I pass beyond veils. I dive into the setting sun and am forgotten to this world. 

Emptying myself, I become all things. In emptying myself, I am everything. I remember. In remembering I begin to be who I have always been. A small light steps out from the cobwebs and reveals itself as a Citadel of Light. The forgotten room becomes one among many in a mansion of infinite variation. A spec of dust floating in the infinite expanse of space is not a spec of dust, but infinity itself. There is no spec of dust, there is no forgotten room. Their is Infinity. We are not anything but this. This is what is. This is Infinity. Here I  Am. I AM. Here I AM. I AM. Here I AM. The drop.