It’s an experience best described by what it’s not.

I’m different from everybody.  I’m no different than anybody.

It’s like something beyond space, a place before time.

I’m not like anybody else.  I’m like everybody else.

It’s like an emptiness without soul, beyond thought, more than I can handle.

I don’t like myself.  I don’t like anybody else.

It’s like a place beyond awareness, a fan of warmth spreading out.

I like myself.  I like people like myself.

It’s the bliss found on a meditation cushion.

Free to be myself.

NOTHING

Knowing and belief

Meditations of the heart

Emptiness shatters.