You’ve landed on empty.
Captive to grey tones, weightless and dull,
without hope or despair.
No illusions left to bolster your defiance.
You are dead to yourself.
You wonder if this is the Void of no return …
As you tighten the grip on your haltingly spare bearings,
a quick flick of serendipity splits the choke-hold from your throat
and you hurtle downward,
into your deepest Heart.
A wide-open soft place, unfurnished with preconception.
Friendly blankness, warm to the touch.
settle back into the stillness,
exhale relaxedly and uncoil your loops,
all things known and unknown.
You catch a glimpse
of your own true face.
Meeting the goodness that you are, the holiness that beats your heart.
In that hollow of nothingness,
you find plentitude.
You don’t know where you are or how you got here,
but you know it is home,
Never before have you felt so empty.
And yet so full …