This Life
When there is absolutely nothing
What can get in the way of Doing?
There is no self to observe all things
It is only deluded thought that clings.
Motionless and deep I make nothing at all.
If I should falter, I will definitely fall.
In oceans of poison I willingly swim.
Only by Dying can I see Him.
I do not live in this small crowded world.
In my heart the infinite has unfurled.
Things once beautiful are now only a reflection.
Seeing nothing, being nothing, my redemption.