At One with all Life.
No longer just a concept,
But the direct Realization
Of my essential Nature.
The direct Realization
Of the essential Nature
Of all Beings,
Of all that cloaks Itself in form,
And of all that still remains formless.
The Realization that it is Formlessness
That apprehends form,
And that out of that same Formlessness
All forms arise,
Like swirls in a river,
As Formlessness flows in relation to Itself.
And because the I that apprehends form
Is formless
I am devoid of form.
And because That out of which form arises
And within which form exists
Is formless
It too is devoid of form
And because I am formless,
And because It is formless,
There is nothing to separate
Me from It,
No boundary to divide
What I Am
From what It Is.
Thus, what I Am,
As the Formlessness that apprehends form,
Is not separable from,
Or other than,
The Formlessness out of which all forms arise.
At One with all Life.
No longer just a concept,
But the direct Realization
Of the indivisible Formlessness
That just Is
The Wall